Silver Eclipse

From an eclipse
Improbable,
your silver face was born,
your aura in movement
and curled.

The ancient dance of the moon
gave birth to a nest of strings…
a sentiment tied…
an infinite loneliness
in your silver eye.

Thus
like a war outdoors
that moves through the world
armed with a hunch,
of life that grasps
and stays painted with memories unnameable
to the touch of sight
with more eternity
than present and past.