Fountain Eyes - with Adagio

intoxicated green fountain eyes  
flowing ecstasy of love's passion  
untouched in the hollow chambers  
of grave beyond infinity in rituals  
resting your soul in death's cradle  

the author's heart, once fervent and keen  
now silent and still, prayers unanswered
all succumb to the endless sleep
the quill falls from lifeless fingers
words once dancing now lie silent

but in the inkwell, dry and spent, there is a rising
hardened pens still trace green fountain eyes
but the silence is deep as memories sleep  
as the cherubs weave the dark's scent
cradling the winds of fond sins