Brisk cool air, alive and imbued; 

Her lovely eyes—O’ sin knew braceless skew,

For we laughed and we played,

In God’s wretched plan,

And all I knew, was her sweet tongue:

For all I knew, was the palm of her hand.

But, whenceforth, in Future’s present,

I call—for the mirthful crunch under her boot,

Was paused—the clock stricken ‘leven.

Her toneless voice unwich I knew:

broke me, everlasting sorrow.

 Alone i fell into that hole,

Alone I fell awhile—

And as my crunch parted way,

Crying through our cavern,

I heard a call come beg my stay;

But Time had been my tavern.

Now that, cool, brisk air ran hot with sin,

For which I did not know;

My soul longs for what beheld—

For what it could behold.

And though we sat, now months apass,

Our tears stained the Future:

Her unskewed eyes now filled

with hollow scars. I know I had not knew her. 

Goodbye thy love, thou lost in empty past—

Gone you are now to my soul,

Yet alive thou live in Paradi’s Hole:

Haunting first and last.