In my poetry I shall tell of the trials, woes, and joys-- To time yet unborn...
; Of sleep and deaththat lie ahead...
and of strange music As He beckons the worldto his command, Inthe haunting gloom of twilight--.
Somewhere I lost my passing grace, and there you stood-- Thou deadliest face...
; For a time: to tell the hearts unrest: in mercies unconfused As He beckons the world to his command, In the haunting gloom of twilight--.
To whom the unceasing fires belong (an inviolable heart)-- Numbered is thy consequence...
; A hymn, He hums: trembles the evening--of frozen flesh As he beckons the world to his command, In the haunting gloom oftwilight--.
Silent I turn from time, that holds dominion over all-- As Orion's sword passes by...
; Gives way to the Devils hostile Firmament: warfare As He beckons the world to his command, In the haunting gloom of twilight--.
Unarmed, He and I stand (like mindless clay) in the sun-- Awaiting the darkness...
; A sacrificial past for him, over Orion's distinct sword As He beckons the world to his command, In the haunting gloom of twilight--.
Note: 908 (11-1-2005); "...
written in Lima, Peru, in my library, in the quiet darkness of thenight...
"The Author