Where indestructible memories flow,
where you flow, my love,
my hands hold invisible air,
a whispering of a love lost.
Brighter than Venus your eyes glow,
with love more kind than summer,
your eyes are memories of my eyes,
those immortal eyes that were deep pools.
An eye is known to consume the soul,
your eyes are whirlpools which drown time
with the youth of eternal summer,
as the wildness is full of innocence.
Your questions prove my nonexistence,
the void which fills me with longing
for the perfect friend and the sea beyond
where the sand are numerous as the stars.
A tiara I place at your head, my queen,
thinking of your beautiful face
and the look that says you do not suspense
how much I love you for who you are.
There is no barrier, no strongwall,
only understanding between our eyes,
and words will not come out,
and I face tomorrow afraid as usual.
Artur Hawkwing.... 'The grave is no bar to my call.' Horn of Valere