Opal Eyes Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Tarnished moon where jewels cry
Poets sit on thrones of war
Amber wolves attack every verse
Feelings deflected like meteors off Mars
Leaves of rubies on the Irish River
Tables of the iron lion
Harvest in the foreboding future
I have chosen the palace of dawn

Ancient ports bring treasures of books
Eyes look for names on ancient tombs
Seventy nations march in cadence
Ravaging winds tear away fleeting trust
Plunge into the deep indigo sea
Romance with no vernal serenity
Persepolis temples in ivory power
Acropolis pageantry indignant destiny

The ideal is a burning risqué fire
Zoroastrian fate shivers in the desert
Seeds scatter on vile Saturn’s Rings
Blithe of the fallen wings
Lofty perfumes of voluptuous history
Languor by the Islands of Spain
French serpents dance on the shores
I receive the banished Queen

No kingdoms to rule
No royal muse
Wilderness where rocks whisper
Swords pierce the wicked armor
Spells, her incantations useless
I am cleansed in tides of light
Marked, yet cherished and wounded
Legions of vast chaos in her opal eyes