Sublime

Your eyes were the nearest to itimmense pools of darknessI wanted to bury myself in them,it hung in the airlike an angel’s wing brushing the roombrushing the gabbled banterbrushing us clean from here and nowand there was no sense to itand I was addicted to your vastness.I have leapt to reach the other side,where here, was undefined, and now,lingered on my tongue like sherbetin the darknessshrouded by incense laden shadowsthrough the half sleep of a truthshallow breeze cups itfriction of hair against a cheekthe midnight air is spun with it.Your eyes are the nearest to ita dead sea language of lost soulsI want to drown my self in themyou hang in my breathyou shadow your own dreamswith a love that is dyingwith a love never meantwith no reason to believein an unclear God.Like an angel’s wing brushing an empty roomI can clearly see there is no sense to thisbut your eyes are ingrained on my inner viewI have no expectation of any potent curefor I am hopelessly addicted to your vastness.