I saw the black circles About your sleepless eyes, Formed in the waking grief Of something lost from our hearts, Of something that quakes in the debris Of a thousand unveiled moments Where the thuds of such ruby Cannot be anymore counted. Where the blood stopped moving Freely on its path through limitless veins, There was you among the fog Of all drifting moments, Where beauty cannot fathom itself Upon the cracks in the symmetry. You were lost among the rivers, Complex in their combining. We were lost among the highways Where lights no longer exist to guide us. I saw when you attempted to breathe your last, As the angels waited On the lonesome road Where fields are burned to the side, With forests the same. You threw tears at your feet, You bled the world into sleep, Coming from everywhere deep That does not seem to heed To each moment in the dreams, To each eye of yours that gleams To the petals upon the bud of newness, Where love showers upon, like rainfalls from Heaven. What love ever martyred itself In the hearts of new loves left untold to be sung?