the fall

I didn't think the way it began.
it would end as it did,
with dawn embers as darkness ran,
to where the stars at day stay hid.

during that day I saw those eyes,
and felt the shining fires delight,
which to my dusty heart now denies,
and pray for the oncoming night.

the tomb of conscience wails,
and the banshees curse.
Without the light the quill impales,
I dare not challenge worse.

so In that original moment dwell.
and seek asylum from the rest.
I was there when the light bringer fell.
and gravity did it's best.

so I say that love is all.
and I say without compunction.
to those eyes I am still in thrall.
and my form is still my function.