I
THE HALF OF YOUR
FACE, HIDDEN,
CROSSED THE
THRESHOLD OF MY NIGHT,
WITH FOUR
FOOTPRINTS ABASHED,
FROM A BEAUTYFUL
LADY TRACE.
HER NECK HAD BEEN
DRAGGED,
WITH LAUREL’S
COLLAR ATTACHED,
GUIDED BY THE HAND
OF A KNIGHT,
OF UNFAITHFUL PATH,
IN THE TRESHOLD OF
MY NIGHT.
I SAW YOU TIRED OF
TIME…BORE,
SKITTISH AND
VINTAGE,
AS LOADING THE
WEIGHT OF THE YEARS…AGELESS,
BY OLD RANCORS OF
LOVE,
EXAUSTED OF
FORGIVENESSES,
THE FIGHT BETWEEN
TWO HEARTS,
CHAINED TO THREE
ROSARIES.
YOUR HEAD FLOATED IN MY DREAM,
AND THE FLOWER
SPOKE,
AND ITS ESSENCES…PERVADED
ALL,
HER BITTEN LIPS,
PERCHED CAUTIOUSLY
ON MY SOUL,
WHISPERED TO MY
HEAR,
THE TALES, FROM A
HALF HEART REFUSE,
SHE WAS JOYLESSLY
RELATING,
BEHIND THE CONCERTS
THE CANTS,
WITH JUST…HALF OF
HER LIPS AJAR,
SPENT LONG HOURS
THE TIME.
OH ! UNWARY WORDS,
WHERE DOES SLEEP YOUR TONGUE?.
DOESN’T DESERVE THE
SHELTER OF MY REASON!,
THE DEAD PART OF
YOUR SILENCE.
ARRIVED THE DAWN,
WITH ITS DESERT’S
COLDS,
DAMPENED OF NEWLY
RAIN.
AT THE SAME TIME, A
ROOSTER SANG,
WERE FILTERING
SHYLY,
FROM THE RAISING
SUN, NEW LIGHTS,
WAKENING, YOUR ONCE
SORROWFUL EYES,
OH NEWLY
CRISTALLINE GLANCE! ,
RECENTLY BATHED OF
FRESHLY DEW,
DRIFT AGAIN HER
SOUL,
LIFTING OFF FROM MY
CHEAST,
SHE TWIRLED, SAW
THE PAINT BEHIND MY SKY,
TREMBLED BY A KISS GOODBYE,
MOANED THE DANCE,
AND JUMPING OF JOY
CROSSED,
THE THRESHOLD OF A
NEWLY DAY.
