For a Friend Who Came to Stay

 

The Moon skirts a waltz around the night.

Then comes morning with her haze of day

    and birdsongs in a new Sun.

In misty distance perhaps you slumber,

    or awaken to the new day too.

I think of your loving eyes,

    and the tender looks I once wished I knew,

  for it reveals the soul whose words I cherish

     in pleasant moments with you.

I hear your voice echo in me daily,

   as if closer, as if whispering by me.

I think of you a bit more than before.

      Yes I cherish who you are.

The rains of Spring wash over like a wave

  scrubbing sunsets gold then into a blush -

   and dreams of night too with a windy brush.

 They roar in the conch depths of hours

    like one imagines churning planet waters.

In whirlwind thoughts I fancied fairy flight,

   a magical image in a lit corner of night,

      and I kissed your silky cheeks, my love,

   with a tenderness you forever inspire.

A wise man said that all things are possible,

  if we may walk within a ring of fire.

The heart worships in a holy place beyond

    a door no hurricane can open force.

I sing my song at dawn, in quiet tones, then,

     and let my melody find your summers too.

Turn my melancholy Druid soul tunes

        into sublime rapture and a symphony

    cast from multicolored feelings for you.

        Oh!

    Alone I stand between heaven and earth,

  embracing the pillars of morning with uplifted arms,

  calling unto One who knows all and created all

    and I am forever indebted to Divine Providence

    for the Grace that renews my heart today

    and at this moment makes me think of you,

    sweet friend of my most empty hours,

    when in the world my soul cried for comfort.

I arise again like a babe at his first day,

reaching toward tomorrow and suddenly

    in the flash from east to west

 lightning cracks the morn like laughter will

        when we laugh again.

I embrace you with a love I cannot pen

   So I release it as if it were a mantra, a phrase,

  a bugle call amidst your garden flowers,

       drawn to sway by the winds and powers

       that matured the seeds of this love of ours.

   Let the noontime pass and the Sun wheel returns

      on the heels of Moon with her wine filled urns.

 

Vicente Reyes

April 27, 2005

 

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