Hugh Rhodes - Slain

Slain before the altar of your eyes
The stars above and all their lustre dies;
The radiant where meteors abound.
They flash and thunder out of range of sound.
Those eyes, your eyes, compel the soul of night
To renegotiate the meaning of what’s bright
And finished with Orion they conspire
To set the rest of the neighborhood on fire
And all of my dreaming
And all of my lies
Could never tell the
Splendor of your eyes.

Hugh Rhodes

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