Tides beckon the shores for a pernicious season
As meridian light succumbs to blackening swarms
Such cruel howling of Sirens blinds all reason
A prisoner once more of telluric storms
Too pallid to contend, too brittle to confess
Even amidst that Delphic voice calling me to stand
Battered and worn under constant duress
My foundation eroded from pillars to sand
Remorseful waves surge over the barrier reef.
Yet the horizon beyond sighs a susurrant credo
A delicate coral blush radiates the squall's relief
Cerulean eyes splintering apart the deepest ego
Bearing illumination unto this premature night,
Carnal tempest furies rendered completely null
Life proving yet again His providential light
Blessed forever by her, a lowly terrene angel.
MYHL
9/13/05
Commentary: This particular work was inspired by a friend of mine, one who has been a source of spiritual inspiration.
Vocabulary I learned writing this poem: Meridian - noontime; Telluric - earthly, terrestrial; Pallid- weak, pale; Susurrant - whisper-like; Terrene - of the Earth
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
