Here is where The Heavens quake, As hearts break, As snow falls To make the tides rush in their white Glimpses to fresh eons Of something painless. The unstable heart Is but a while to be born, Then an instant to be dead, Faltering in every move To be heard, like what rumbles in its veins. I saw her, By the cliffs. Her eyes were upon the forests beneath her feet, As her heart was set in the rising moon, While her thoughts descended with the sun. Let her die, I did, While the future held uncertainty on its threads. Could I kiss her, In the dark, I would. Though, her future is buried in my unstable heart.