Antares

You look like a day
(of rain)
with eyes like stars
that shine to no one (but us)

You are a blinding light
with many names
that I don't yet know
and skin of silk
and amber

Your smile is made of silver
and golden tears line your face
as each moment you stand still
within my reach
rises up in flames
forever in our sight
(of crossed paths)

You are the stories written
across your back,
with ink made of stone
and as if words were instants
I look for you in a reverie
(of moments)
and find you all at once

Because you are a war
a wrath, your lips a storm,
and a storm, you cannot escape.