Conspiracies Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The heavens were right,
When they uttered
That there are seraphs in the terrain,
And there I found one,
What impeccable timing!
Within the silver linings
Of the clouds, underneath them
I genuflected and prayed
And time, fate, perchance,
Serendipity, love, selflessness,
Chaste souls, spur of the moments
And even the untimely prying of the
Blossoming flowers – all of them
Conspired and led me to you

And the heavens were right
About constitutions, and reclaiming
When they uttered
That seraphs shall soon go back to
The ethereal – oh truant angel,
How can you leave me with our moribund heaven
Unfinished? And I uttered,
What horrible timing!
Apart from the waxing figures of the moon,
Of the ashen clouds, over them,
I wished to stay with my seraph – oh, where have you gone?
Far into the silent tapestries?
Time, fate, selfishness, anger,
Guilt, mendaciloquence, adoration,
Insipid souls, dying moments,
And even the expected withering of the
Full-grown flowers – all of them
Conspired to take you away from me.