Sunrise Poem by Andrea Pacione

The coming dawn is empty,
Void as the breast of Spring,
Dismal in Her gift of plenty,
Amorous morning, gloried thing.

Failed to pierce true,
His ferocious arrows,
Though the tittered song of sparrows
spurs me on with hope anew-

What a divine error,
to feel no pleasure
When Venus shines bright
and hangs heavy
in the gloaming vesper
Tempting all Her daughters,
the quivering drops of dew.

Mine is not a whim to tether,
To much to ask, risking trust,
Neither is mine the aim to sever
Obligations bear, we must.

What laws of men may hide behind
our primeval masque of Love? None.
Let my hand be one to guide
This-

Your rising glory.
For above
As below
Without
As Within
The Tryst of Earth and Heaven
is but your kiss
that I have chaste
long to taste
yet ever miss.

From the blossoms on the tree,
Rapture gleams within my heart,
The way it's slowly burning me,
The hours we're apart...