Divination by the flight of birds
is the order of the day, he sees doves swoop
from the right, and his love is emboldened.

The world is flat (and whatever happens
at the edge is no concern of the boy),
to his horizons she is the centre.

The eye of eternity has been found 
to be blind, the amber clear as aspic.
He vows to weave through these days for her sake.

To make of Mars a peaceful new Eden
the endless bombs are flying to and fro
but he'll surrender only to her eyes.

Behind a cloud waits God or aliens
and ghosts push open any creaky door
yet he'll believe in nothing but her.