Epistle Xxiv - the Twilight
(I)
I am
the rickety salamina,
embarking on a voyage
towards the
distant isles of apotheosis
nestled in the
Mediterranean’s indigo expanse
(II)
From a distance,
your gaze,
like the falcata’s edge,
cuts through
the fog of war
that blankets the coastline,
your third eye
peels back
the sea of vultures
and pinpoints my
capsized vessel
(III)
Your trireme
glides through
the turquoise entropy,
before you heave me
from the
wreckage of
the ocean’s
rock-laden floor
(IV)
You are hope’s
insignia inscribed
upon my
wings’ askew,
the hand
that galvanized
fractured shards of
who I was
(V)
Your body is
the chapel
that cradles me in
silent communion,
your compassion
pumping life through
my heredity’s
asphyxiated veins,
as time’s currents
carry me closer
to the twilight
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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