Our light Originates from beyond the Heavens, Or so I am told. I cannot believe in anything higher than love. What leaves, besides the light from her eyes? What departs, besides the life that goes astray? Even in death, she kills me. I hang from her retinas, The bold light and me, To stare at the skies Makes me wonder, contemplate, and ponder The stories told in unlimited passageways. The tunnels through her mind, Make their trails to her heart To create a labyrinth For my starvation, For my thirst. I love what could be loved By God above, For her story is a long one, As He is vast, As He is long As her darkened gaze find a way to a grave To take its place on a pedestal For simple admiration Of a thousand faces who see the same.