dogwoods of vermillion
augustness of waning summer lion
turquoise pools empty
I ask of the night why it slips into my bedroom and
extinguishes Earth's light,
He replied softly "I'm a jealous lover and my shade
of evening lies down beside you, as we bid the
augustness of the sun adieu."
I laugh and weep at the same time,
as I'm in love with the four season's soirees
he enchants my heart with.
Many years ago, walking slowly hand in hand
with my lifeguard lover on the sands of Fire Island,
I thought love's charms would last,
his fire with starlight, jewels of moonlight,
and kisses-
with summer's wane he faded into September's
wooing embrace.
Yet glorious eventide was always there,
and, as he filled my eyes with the swallow's flight,
he whispered breathlessly, "You are mine to keep."
For a blessed hour to sleep and awaken in
your presence,
as the dusty antique grandfather clock chimes in
solemnity's hour of bereavement,
to whom I am enslaved, always.
My cherish of you in unquenchable fires, scorching,
undying,
as the netherworld's watchmen appear in the
eve shadows-
remnants of the years past joys and sorrows.
All of life's anguish of regrets,
of sweeter remembrances,
of seeking solace from the sympathy
of the saints,
as summertide's augustness begins
to weep farewell, fading.
I still hear your jeweled singing,
of dream travels through the expanse
of misted drapes of stars of a sapphire
and golden heaven-gate,
to have communion with you. ~