Tezeta

Last of the mohicans, Ramjet, and I can’t forget

The ageless humour wet

In his eyes

Setting

In love as green as trees

Loki, I, raw Irish eyes

In submission to one future

Vision landscape,

To the one clinical, cool,

Structural precise her eyes

Goddess

That with lust I seek out

Future time

A future remembrance,

I cant forget

I would fashion from the

Past, a landscape

Cool with passion

Of eyes, a future beautiful

Of us, eco-lineal,

Past and futures that beckon,

Unforgotten

A horizon