Love, thus rapt in
Your sketch, you are the water that a crystal trapped in
And withheld from
The world that would pollute it and the spring it welled from:
How distill it?
They say that quartz is ice that has become so chill it
Sets, its phase changed
Forever—so, though now he sees your eyes unglaze, changed
From their ice blue,
Does your lover find them, from so far their twice blue
Greets him here—as
Crystals that he sought, but knows what distant eras
Went to form them,
And how infallibly his touch would fail to warm them.
Your sketch, you are the water that a crystal trapped in
And withheld from
The world that would pollute it and the spring it welled from:
How distill it?
They say that quartz is ice that has become so chill it
Sets, its phase changed
Forever—so, though now he sees your eyes unglaze, changed
From their ice blue,
Does your lover find them, from so far their twice blue
Greets him here—as
Crystals that he sought, but knows what distant eras
Went to form them,
And how infallibly his touch would fail to warm them.
