Don'T Go Off Wandering In The Troubled Night Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The shadows are out there
To pillage your sanctity -
Don’t go off wandering
In the lull night, the trees
Rustle in a meandering sepulcher;

Don’t go off into the night
Where the light effervesces
To the tranquil blue -
To where my arms cannot touch you,
To where my soul disentangles,
And then sunders itself in places
Aesthetically concealed in mercurial
Abysses.

The night engulfs the frameworks
Of dawn; Swallowed whole in a cataclysm -
The somber escalates, towering like
The pillars of this woebegone night:
This frailty drives you astray; Be still,
Hands clenched, I am here.
Do not go off lurking like the shadows
In this inveigling night
For when I lose you in these nights
Narrated by the treacherous clocks,
I will be forever haunted by the ghost
Of a tedious severance.

Don’t go off straying in this night.
You are the enigma of my cynosure,
The spark that ignites and foretells
The aftermath that does not hold
The temperament of the gods.
Do not go into the wilderness,
Pallid and languorous, vacuous like oblivion;
The void will harass the clocks
And your sanguinity; Keep your splendid
Affinity and let them tremble
In taking you. You are latticed to these
Hands, moored to my stations
And here, I shall be your sentinel
As we sift through the onslaught of
This wayward darkness.

I will never let you
Wander far away from me
Freezing to the bone and benumbed
In the heart.
Let the night implode with this bedlam
As the tranquility is besmirched by
This indignation.
You are the enigma of my longing,
The fuel of this flame, the rippling tide
Of this oceanic blithe;
Never will I let you wander off alone
In that cruel, sinister night.