Incomplete Thoughts

Orlando

Her tears - for a thousand years
stuck in place - fall down his face.
Wasted time - it burns like lime
in his eyes - slips though her skies.
He was young - his heart unsung
of stories bold - now she's old.

While the sun pales, he sails
without lights - the starless nights.
Dark waters splash, he acts brash
to stop the dip, on the ship.
"He's to blame!" the crew exclaim
to their toes, "for all our woes".

She treads on grass. . .