The Lily Pad

I wed you on a stormy noon, then kissed you 'til the sun was moon
When the skylet with stars was strewn I let mine of your numb kiss go
Within our lips was all I had, by your heart in richer rags clad
Was my soul, like a lily pad on waves that on an ocean flow
From one to another burrow

I saw below the heavy sky, glimpsing down through the Gemini
A face of yours I'd yet to spy, a frightened gaze that boded ill
By the Auriga bretherend, the Lynx then jadedly ascend'
On your face a faint stardust blend caught your cautious look in its spill
With hind-like eyes before it’s killed

I asked you then what ailed such face, in its dark copper tinted glaze
And those bright eyes like golden maize; I said "what worries you, my love?
Is it the arsenic midnight or stars that makes your skin ignite?
Well then is it acrid moonlight that will ne'er stop beaming above
Or heat of which we're barren of?"

The arms you'd lain about my head fell to your waist as if dropped dead
Your wheat-like eyes turned grey as lead and your voice stiffer than before
"'T'is not the starlit night", said it, "nor the cold the moon does emit
The matter I fear sleeps with it and is the taste your kisses bore
It is the soul, your farthest core"

You left me in the eventide of the night for which I have cried
The night I lost my copper bride for a reason I can’t defray
Through our kiss you felt what really grows upon my water-lily
Said the leaves flowed black and freely; the kind of pads that would betray
T'was sad, I'd kissed your love away.