Taste that still voice in silence deep,
Release old strains of hurts laid bare;
Apt solemn poise in death's dream sleep,
Notice odd gains in buried flair;
Quest now embalmed in earth's moist cave,
Urge grace to show a secret tell;
In sorrow's psalm the martyred brave,
Love thus must know lost grandeur's spell.
Hope awaits thus the touch of grace,
Observe the wind that swirls sad chime;
Light hollows dust upon this face,
Yes love unseen accords changed mime.
Sense surreal space in mystery,
Attest to choice beyond glimpse plain;
Touch beyond place time blooming free,
Upon fixed poise loss seems in vain;
Raise up again wise love not lost,
Descend not end that glimpse of flight;
Ask joy not slain to transcend cause,
Yonder uptrend of brilliant light.
Leon Enriquez
31 March 2018
Singapore
Categories:
uptrend, allusion,
Form: Quatrain