The Ash Wednesday Failure -2/25/04

Your hair is as the shining of the suns
That drive the dark and dreadful void away.
Your laughter is the melody that runs
Betwixt the sullen spheres and source of day.

Your eyes are like the galaxies that spin
Where trappéd, twinkling light must leap and bound.
There at the heart, pure blackness pulls me in,
Enchants away my will to e’er be found.

But all my words are as a clanging gong,
And in no work of Man you’ll find expressed
The beauty that has haunted me so long
And never given me a second’s rest.

So how can I, mere ash, immortalize
The twinkle in His ever-loving eyes?

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