green monster
a browning rose;
a sitting horse;
shallow waters
and shades of grey –
O, halcyon! Great twilight, ascend
now! reveal the balmy veil – Aegis of dawn!
If we see Dante, nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita,
it would be, merely,
a r e f l e | ɔ ƚ i o n of
what would have been.
I have grown unsure of my own self, strangely
yet the tightening of the red string of fate, (our fate?)
I feel – infallibly. impeccably.
Gaze upon her gait – I admire
your voice, a song, the whispers of nymphs.
’tis playing field, en٨inɘyardɘd thus –
You were enough.
beep beep beep
b e e p b e e p b e e p
beep beep beep
there you lay –
i hear the silent marble walls scream
O, pretty shade of red,
my dear – I fear me, too rightfully.
they do spoil their little darling.
how coruscant, scintillating as aurora, you are
picture of perfection. sight for sore eyes.
no more. none of this; no time for gewgaw.
all bagatelle.
i have awaken from solecism and culpability.
dulce, grandeur, ángelos –
by your side, i place a browning rose
there you lay, by a sitting horse
to the north, shallow waters painted grey –
i will place you on a keel.
i will wear your skin.
they will call your name.
O, halcyon.
originally published: 4 May 2017