Quiescent Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I am void with the phantoms,
And lost in a sea of infinite fathoms
Tell me, in the night full of darkness and sighs
Do you know where the heart subtly lies?
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I am derided among the people,
It’s as if I am maimed with a singeing scruple
Tell me, in the day full of shambles, full of spite,
Do you know where the heart sheds light?
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For in the hours of the day, and the howls of the night
There are shadows and tears of kerosene waiting to ignite,
The fractured sun and fulminating moon, buoyant among the clouds
Sunken among the prairie, there’s a reduced man guised in the shrouds
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Of fear, of oblivion, of remembering, of abandonment,
In love, in hating, to be acquiesce, to become imprudent
What terrible lives we wear, what obnoxious smiles we bear
Dear friend, I am to lose a semblance of my sanity – a sanity that is despaired
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Oh and what felony lies in believing?
Exculpate me, for I have been told of words that seethe with meaning-
To go about, to go astray, to give such peace, to vie and fray
I do not know much, I deathly sway across the rooftops, gone astray.
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My pulses are frail and I am heaving
Across the quiescence of the moon light waxing
What you were, shall never permitted to transpire
For in the darkness of the hours, the love still makes fire.