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.