Our Run

He called the bluff of stars once
He told me so, "be still
For thou ne'er get the chance";
I made rules of his will.

So he turned to me then
With fingers cold perused my brow
He spoke of cowardice of men
"None of them shall save us now.

I doubt thee not, for I can see
Thine eyes, the mirrors of water;
But thine are not the clearest of seas -
But rather a stormy ocean's laughter.

I shan't say thou art mine own -
I'd lie, for I know not thine ways,
Thine perfect voice, so sweet a tone
Changing with a monstruous grace."
"Monstruous, sayest thou?
Then thou knowest not of me!
Nor of words mine, nor of my vows,"
Told I him in anger's spree.

"Givest thou thine hand to me?
For my belief stays in it only.
And hope so blind thou might not see:
What's as wrong as being lonely?"

With gazes wide and voice unsure
I took his hands and laid a kiss;
"Thou might think we have no cure
But thou alone - a thought amiss!"