Her Eyes Remind Me of Another's

Flung from the grasp of my fragmented hand,

An invocation to regain something grand.

For crowns and trees with my petition,

Demand a man's bold remission.

And so it sets about undoing

The forge of whispers and cooing.

A hapless prank, though not my vision,
Invokes this unforeseen division.

For she is stunned; she and her eyes.

They look, but cannot recognize.

To cast a broken glance my way
Employs a departure, twice-turned gray.

I turned my back with heart a'breaking

A needless foe now in the making;
As correlation blinks and blurs,
Reminding me only of another's.

Encompassed by a stricken host, 

Akin to depths unknown to most.

With steps repressing from her unseen tears,
I invite and welcome the chorused jeers.

To thus retire to my makeshift home,
A restless soul ne'er fit to roam.
And by dust and sand the corners corrode,
For I left the path I should have showed.

So this is where my fortune rests,
Upon my shoulders, invalid crests.
To sit and ponder a grander past;
The crowns and trees that could not last.