And If This Day Were To Bear Us No Light Poem by Gabyel Rei Guillen

And if this day were to bear us no light
This loving creature would still share
The magnificent radiance within her
Of which I would watch along with
Those pretty little footfalls of hers
Gentle and harmless against the hapless soil
Just as a butterfly is harmless upon a bough
Or a dove to a soul; her soul satisfying mine
As would morning dews
When falling from trees to pastures

And with this I say
As my spirit is at last calm and silent
“Let my voice make you still as I dream of your eyes against mine”
How could one not dream to those eyes?
Or admit to its gaze?
Which is like the wide seas of Cuba
The blue and peaceful breast of its waters
Coupled with the sparkles that dance against the waves
On the distant hovering tune of moonlight

But if this day were still to bear us no light
This verse then would still trace the cloud of her cheek
Slowly until it reaches the grandeur of her curved ruby lips
That little by little would carve itself into a smile

Not only are those the sole beauty of her
But as well as her eyelids
A soft lively foehn, a converge of playful leaves
Blowing tender as if to expose the bare regions of her eyes
Whose counters when spread wrinkles not
The even slope of her chiseled nose
Nor the small curled petals of her ears

The way her hair would align itself
Flowing firm like cascading molten gold
That slumbers in the golden summer wheat
Until it falls to the nape
A smooth complexion of aromatic milk or honey
Submerged beneath the sweet linings of fresh naked skin

The more I lay her within these verses
The more it would venture
Down to her structure, to her apple shoulders
That would like rivers, separate into
Bronze parallels until it arrives to a
Cupped and slender auburn stones

Transparent she shines
More exquisite than the blond halo of the moon
She is luminous, a grand ballroom of light,
A burning torch, a rapture of aureoles
Or wild forest fires, a collection of sunrise and sunsets
That would drift down to the earth like cushioned marigolds
Or yellow rays of pure sunlight
Extinguishing all melancholic themes or thoughts
Converting them to deep, hopeful passion
Of a star-felled lover.