Francisco Goya, Kronos Devouring His Children

Kryia

A beacon summons lesser lights to itself.
The universe abounds with examples.
The moon invites lovers:
A windy night, their raven hair;
Sirens collect sailors, their chaos
Alarming the dark.
A dying star calls in her planets.
In the blink of ten billion years she collapses upon her core.
So your dazzling amour propre,
Its maw stuffed with children,
Swallows up the lights of my thought,
Then tugs at their darkness,
And gorges upon dawn’s conceit
Of sham sentiment:
You’re beautiful,
I love you,
Never leave.