To See The Morning In Your Eyes Poem by L.B. Temuco

You love to be conquered
and then retaken
to sit and gaze at empire
to cry over lost kingdoms
to be a city entered
and then deserted by dawn
It is in the history of your loins
the compass of your passions
the desire for remoteness
the passages of your soul
the blood on your sacred throne
your heart has many ships
that flounder
without ever touching
the true grace of you
I sailed under your sadness
across your golden skin
to wake you
to see the morning
in your eyes