a haze of passions;
unspoken of forces never heard before
between north and south
the thin equator
keeps equilibrium
the haze thickens and
the thin divider quivers
wavers
through a frenzy of storms
it weathers all
clouds rise
clearing skies
it stands unbroken
a circle running
through three distinct points:
the eternal triangle.
slowly
moon rises
creeping inch by inch
over the silhouette of a sleeping edifice
dark but for the watchful eyes
of windows softly glowing
with the spectral light of incandescent lamps.
distant stars flickering
add their wavering lights
to the chilling air
compounding the silence that
you and i share
between long-drawn breaths
sitting on cold steps as we
await the morning.
what moonlit night!
so soft a light as dimmed
by shadows lightly
touching grasstips and leaf’s edges
glowing soft in yellow haze
‘neath star-filled sky
stars fall around me
blazing lights coldly blue
each star beringed by
a seven-fold hue from
red to indigo-blue
and skies as misty as
when faeries bathe in
morning dew and fill
the air with vap’rous
scents lingering like
the memory of you.
what wonders in this world untold
unfold as rose’s petals do
or as the clouds in changing hue
fill earth with mystic magic spewed
as from a wizard’s fairy wand
spouts founts of stardust o’er the land
those blazing trails like meteor’s tails
eons of light that burn the skies
supernal glow defying night
eternal lamps in lovers’ eyes
that are as warm as they are bright
that reach so far in dual flight;
what wonders yet are here untold
if all myst’ry thine eyes unfold?
can i call thee the wind that blows
that light and gently stirs leaves of trees?
perhaps thou art the mighty Sol
with tender strength that warms the earth;
or should i say thou art the rain
that nourishes earth’s grassy plains?
thou art perchance the moon demure
that flirts with earth with soft allure?
art thou the stars that flicker bright,
lamps burning endless through the night?
or else thou art the ocean wide,
the timeless flow of ebb and tide;
thou art the force in all the earth
indeed, and all the earth is me.
how strange! this ringing in my ears
that sings of melodies so sweet
a full night passed into new dawn
and as the birds burst into song
this flighty heart does sing along
it soars and glides and floats as birds
as light and wing’d it spins and flies
across lapis lazuli skies
and gently ever through the clouds
like golden leaves in autumn falling
twisting, turning, lightly twirling
nestling in thy breast and resting.
and though a million dawns may come
my heart shall live to share their songs.
a quivering deep within myself i feel
this mortal coil that strives to reach the stars
and slowly like the sweet shy bud in spring
sipping dew of heav’nly sweet nectar
unfurling petals of the brightest hue
and bathing in the radiant rays of Ra
soft, trembling with delight unmet by far
by any creature sharing mortal breath
more full yet than the halls in Zeus’ abode
of Pan’s enchanting tunes or bard’s sweet rhymes
outpourings of entrancing harmonies
fill earth and heavens with the sweetest songs.
and as the helpless bud i can but wait
till lover true doth save me from my fate.
what sweet delight that in me fills my soul
when spring comes surging through my being whole
what fate so sweet no lover could ask more
than but to lie in lover’s arms in peace
more full yet than the warmth of Ra’s hot core.
ah, sleep! that slumber of eternal bliss
such dreams as are awaken by your kiss
that but does serve to send me spinning off
like meteor’s flight in heav’nly galaxies
leave trails of light and stardust in the skies
to gently settle in my lover’s eyes
full so with sparkle of unearthly light.
ah, sweet in me, what godly-filled delight
those silver threads that run into a million nights!
how longer yet must i
evade thy langorous look
that pierces me to my very core?
how stranger yet that i
should wither ‘neath your gaze
yet of your overwhelming pow’r
still silently beg for more.
ah, fate! like lovers shy
must we forever stay?
and from the corner of my eye
can i forever be content
with glimpses stolen from time?
how many a line full well can i
as this yet write for thee?
only as many as the stars in the sky
and the droplets in the sea.
It seems the day will never pass
Until I hear from you at last
The phone lies still, no rings emit
As all night long by it I sit
And though I will myself to sleep
Sweet slumber dare not upon me creep.
‘Tis strange I feel the way I do
Is it perchance how you feel too?
How longer yet can I keep still
This heart that leaps by its free will?
The printed letters leap at me
Albeit I try my best to see
The open book before me lain
While visions of you come not in vain.
Words from this page may not stick fast
But thoughts of you shall forever last.
Cindy Lapeña: Creativity Unlimited 