AT THE THRESHOLD OF MY NIGHT

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.