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.
