I watch her eyes dance
As she sleeps,
Straining
With the heavy light of the sun.
The curves of her fingers whisper peace
But the lines that beat her bloodstained brow,
Waves upon the ever-eroding shore,
Are never gone with her awakening.

This room breathes chill now,
And the heat is fading from my lungs,
And the candles have all been overturned,
One by one by one.
Now only silence speaks,
And the soft sighs of a sleeping muse
Tangled ever more and ever more
In sheets gone cold
With all the anger I could give.

And my flesh still screams
And my limbs still sing her song,
The words too quiet and precious to name.
And though it matters not now
How my breath once sought
To warm your flesh,
All your gasps and your release
Choking on lies
Once given to you in love.

Let your eyes fall away,
My muse,
Let your touch find another dawn.
Let your fingers scrape the very sky,
And pull down all the possibilities of hope
Left in the world.

Let your love breath soft
And true,
For this is not a cry for help
Falling on ringing ears and numbed senses
Each word like a small death.

This is only my desire to rest,
And to never pass this way again.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Lanosian, in the year 191 MA.