Cherub On a Lost Eve
On this shining moment, a ceiling
of new moon beguiles farmlands
where the breeze tosses its wings,
lit by a fluorescent stirring I can't
comprehend--- a halo encircles
my despair unrelenting to the beat
of a warm summer eve so radiant;
and yet, my spirit drowns from pain,
from the absence of a love in ruins--
there is no recourse except slash
my life, walk alone in the din of night;
till a cherub's voice blows through
a hardened ear-- soft, soothing--
that my inner tempest releases
a spark, an angelic presence flowing
on a fresh birthing alive amidst
a heart almost suspended by
time's daring request to snuff my night!
For Nayda I. Negron, Angels
Dec 31, 2015
Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2015
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