There her eyes shine: and here do they linger.
Releasing a smile on my rusted lips;
I trace their shape with delicate fingers,
Feeling their light, how my soul does eclipse.
And though we are, by times curse, far parted,
Divided by a season and-a-day,
I will be as defiant, and unbroken hearted;
A reformed soul made in reshaped clay.
Her star-bright eyes shine brightly thereafter,
From death and decay: this worlds’ terrible end.
But though this world dies, these eyes they will linger;
To be born, re-born, re-born, and reborn again.
© Adh 2018