Cassandra #1

My eyes hold themselves in my fingertips, Watched and watching in the speeding midnight. Softly, silently, you hold my breath In your breathing.

The leaves cling green to the black wind.

Whispering against the winter.

Dying alone, immortal against eternity.

God-rise and God-set,

Horizons in Cassandra's green eyes.

Galaxies cannot crush delicate snowflakes Or a rose petal.

Nor can I touch you.

Empathy of imagination.

Pale thinking in your forehead.

Omega echoes barely heard.

Nor can the beginning of a universe Say a word.

Only silence listening.

Dawn creeps spiderlike over protein formulae. Genetic truths.

Omens, Cassandra.