Soft hazel eyes are narrowed,

Straining to inflict

Sightlessness to shield a heart

From grief that love inflicts.

Lies cannot change the truth,

Solitude cannot console;

Tears drench his pillow night after night,

For he is half a soul.

Becoming cobalt fire,

Burning endless yearning,

Unquenchable desire.

The surface skimmed cannot conceal;

Stained-glass windows to his soul

Illuminates a gaping void,

For he is not yet whole.

Kaleidoscopes in solo,

Merge and heal to mirror the peak

Of mountains embodying echo.

A river gushes its path,

Flowing the way its heart deems;

A tapestry is woven in moonlight,

Two souls entwined in seams.