I Search For You In The Black Night Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Hunting in the black night
Embodying a starved beast,
I wield the primal instinct
Of an uproarious dread.
I scavenge for a sign of you
In the night, the undulant stream
Of a silent slumber
And wakefulness;

I hunt for you
Among halls, locks,
Creases and fissures of the rocks
Juxtaposed to the sea
In the darkest portions of aridity
I look for signs of you:
Basking in merriment,
A laugh that replenishes the
Bliss of the shadows in distraught

I even search for you
In figures and souls
But none carried your fringes,
Your warmth, the borders of your simian jaw,
The sudden rise of your sunset chortle,
The slow descent of your wintry tear;
In the blackest night, I hunt for you:
A persnickety rendezvous
As I look for you in your truancy:
Nobody contained your sanguine exactness.