Among the beauty, Among the clarity Of ceaseless moments, there was you With the roundest, fullest gaze Drowning out my harbored haze. You stilled teardrops Before they fell, to their collections in Hell. You slew the demons, as they were plenty, Drawing from my well, to make me empty. My love, with open arms to my cause, I knew not what lurched me forth to the jaws Of death, Though, in beauty's reveling breath, Sounds came to me, Struck through to me, The strings that brought me, to bring The admiration for your appreciation. A thousand drops of porcelain Upon the fiery meadows, A glance over one barren shoulder To see the sparks that woke the fields. All this, among all else Drew me close to the stars in your eyes, To see what could Be the everything through my joyous cries.