Stinging eyes from endless nights
Careening toward her gentle touch
Brushing past my limbs, my cheeks
My eyes—they burn—and yet I yearn
For that poetic, elusive muse to pour
Forevermore with her fleeting grace
Cursed to endlessly chase…
Just one moment—
And she is gone
A whispered song, a listless lull
My eyes well with tumultuous tears
The countless years I have spent
In such agonizing torment
Yet, still, it is she that I crave
Who will soon become my grave
