Do not make a sound.
See how you mirror galaxies and wrap them the world ’round
You chart the map of time for me
I have made you my sea
(If that makes me a selfish one then selfish I will be.)
The jump in my veins.
Look, your beauty pumps my drying blood through all the worldly pains
You gift the kiss of life to me
Although we’ve never touched
(You are the fairest lifeline my dead hands have never clutched.)
Tell me not your name.
To ruin your enigma, that would be a crying shame.
You are the Northern Lights to me
You are the god of war
(To give that life a human name would make you a right bore.)