Losing eyes: The deaf and the dead

Sonnets were spoken-
Still, in the early hours
Silence reigned,
We broke bread
Over tepid fire
And terse conversation-
Glutton clouds
Gripped every drop,
Sodden ground soaked
With long-dead tears-
Forevers shattered
On the cross of today.

Still, star-crossed sinners
Wondered if we could love
Our parched hands, our palsy eyes
Quivering in anticipation-
Seizing the slippery moment
Like an upstream savior.
Too much, the deciduous leaves
Dying too soon-
Sacrificed in spring,
Solemn, the flora that should be rejoicing
Quiet, the quaking dead;
-She-
Feigned flight and fell
Before the sunrise
So,
She
Sojourned south
And
So, I am left
Weeping my grief
To the deaf
And the dead.