Past West To East, Go On

If the infinite twilight in of eyes
were ever to dull past the night,
And if the fire in you hair
would simmer, shrivel, and cease,

Then what miracles would call you
forth beyond the perils of commands?
Then what force would drive you
through the scarring briars of despair?

I will pray morning and evening
and give whatever I’ve of you to God.
I will seek my stars and shining moon
and hope your eyes to be unveiled.