Over Time and under Reason

You said you'd seen a certain Season

Fall behind the springing axes

Of an orbital Lord Xerxes

Crying "Per-zee-ans of old, of old!

Find the lamps, that your tales be told,

And roll the dice into an ether-sea."

Turning your attention back to me,

You said you'd wanted me to look

Into a countryside and its own brook

Where long lenses last we found

Ourselves entangled, ever-bound

By secrecy, by subtle singularity,

By our want of an overt sensuality.

We lost it then, your death destroying

All our passions, Death employing

Dark and dusky demons to pursue

My ever-fleeting, but still remaining love for you.