The sun is in my right eye
Deep pupil bright as your face in its light
Halo soft as words as it burns
And when darklashed night holds the sky
Ever is dawn on the horizon

The moon is in my left eye
Mellow and pure, nearly the sinister of the blaze
That burns with fervor; herein burns ardor
Always the subtle goes through black night unseen, unwritten
The story smitten with light from the spackled stars of the night.

Here, even deepest hues of blue glow fearlessly bright
with a soft transparent luminescence.
We never could see it,
But always had faith in its presence.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Chronos, in the year 370 AF.