Black robed and bedewed
by emerald seas of grass
and the shade of high trees.
Breath held for thirty days
and legion lovers between,
but no difference here,
and no matter now.
The tittering witness
hurls scorn from above;
contempt ignored
upon our closeness.
And the seeing are blind
and do not hear.
But I and you see all,
and hear echoes of the endless.
Eternity our lips
and a universe my fingertips
under the eyes of dead gods
and of the sun.