I love your eyes gone forever
where drafts would make a shutter
giant spiders crawl in to make a home
rains and snows seek a shelter.
So long ago the hearth burnt
passion flared through the corridors
I chased you as you laughed and cried
and lost you when you vanished in the mist.
Like so many you sleep without hope
abandoned to the wishes of steel giants
I hear echoes of your many voices
lost within the creases of unfinished dreams.
A strange paste seeps through the crevasses
pieces of you decaying in the unforgiving sun
you stand a fearful ghost in the icy darkness
as space seems to expand into a void.
Passers-by look on to find you
beyond the walls of the collapsing soul
they see nothing of the dying memories
but I do love your eyes in the window.
Photo & Poem by Fabrice B. Poussin
Backwards Trajectory 