North Star, Naked Window Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

You are everywhere I amble
Here, you are embellished like the covert singe
Of the stars of the north as I view you
Vis-à-vis with the thin-mooned night
Upon my naked window.
In the morning you are the tyranny of the Sun
And in the evening you are the quiet Moon
Or the quieter star, of the silenced north garden

I vanish behind the folded pavement
And still you are there, as I dissipate like thin smoke
Upon dunes of ash and rubble; my eyes extol
Your far-flung affiliation as you collide with the other
Stars at night, disturbing their swift slither.
Keeping quiet in the night so clear, I look at you
Infinitely across the steadfast windowpane - opened
Leading to the silvery road of woven intertwining
Where the stars and my longing are one and the same.

You are everywhere I go,
And you are everything I set my eyes upon
To make love sweetly with my eyes
And your stars in the pacified North
That knows no blue sadness.