There were words laced through pupil and memory once,
Promises complicated by tarnished fiction, calling us home.
I could bear those eyes no longer! A history evolved
Through sacrifice, those I love with bitter tenderness.
Now, to never look upon those eyes again
Where our microcosms become the fading truth,
Vanished serenity from azure nights,
Where we saw shooting stars through ecstasy’s haze,
And dreamed of commitment seeded in seasons sought,
Now, to hold my tortuous sleep in waking whim,
Each moment she haunts, Seraphim. Each good turn,
Each reckoning between lost requiems, hidden in deepening scars,
Committed to faraway winds, where those eyes
Will never look upon us again…
Poem © Phen Weston 2015