Eternal Reverie Under The Sycamore Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Eternal Reverie Under The Sycamore



Your light is the impalpable moon-ash;
The inception of dawn lies solely
Inside your eyes where the Sun is conceived
In an unfathomable rupture of the horizon.
You are the first dew of the bent morning,
And you are the last wail of the naked evening;
You are the painstaking ascension of the vines
Upon my walls: you are everything I have come to be.
And in you, everything that I am, will sink
In void as you resign into the stillness of a dwindling
Liaison -
You sing the tales of a danseuse pirouetting through
The starkness of an ode to a romance.
Now perhaps, waltz with me through the gloom.
Hiss me in a serpentine allure, the secrets of your pillars
Underneath the sycamore where we bask in the ambiance
Of sanguinity.
You are everything that I have come to be,
As you send me into an eternal reverie.

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