Written by Sam Rawlings on Tuesday the 30th of November 2010
Such chaos precedes each moment
that I can't help but wonder why...
Yet upon each break of day
my chin raised and back straight
I believe in fate again;
my eyes drawn to the fabled designs of your face,
the peaceful white oceans about each green iris, islands,
your planets sirens.
And as those feelings of apathy fade my candle forgive me
for causing you to flicker as I gasp at your beauty.
In honest orbit my sphere.