His Eyes came in cruel waves,
involuntarily, I know,
for he could not, not now,
nor never would,
truly understand their blow.
That once I knew those eyes,
once, a very long, long time ago;
a millennia or more,
upon a distant shore;
how they’d brought me to all fours.
By seven I knew,
and at every age – as I grew,
they’d been there, haunting my sleep,
and in them ancient secrets making me weep.
For our lives are not, and have never been
held fast to time, and place,
yet I believe no one could misplace
the visceral recognition upon either face.
For in that meeting we both knew
that fate and time had once again made do,
yet this time, didn’t I see a glimmer of something new?
And I wondered, just for a moment, if fate
was something we could at long last abate.
Or would those azure eyes
once again bring about my bloody demise?
© Odyne La Fée 2018