11-16-12 Poem by Hugh Rhodes

Slain before the altar of your eyes
The stars above and all their lustre dies;
The radiant where meteors abound
They flash and thunder out of range of sound.
Those eyes, your eyes, compel the soul of night
To renegotiate the meaning of what's bright
And finished with Orion they conspire
To set the rest of the neighborhood on fire.
And all of my dreaming and all of my lies
Could never tell the splendor of your eyes.