In my poetry I shall tell of the trials, woes, and joys?
To time yet unborn?;
Of sleep and death that lie ahead?and of strange music
As He beckons the world to his command,
In the 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 of twilight?.
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 the night?? The Author
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