Rodwin A Tyndall

Rodwin A Tyndall May 2020

There you are
beneath litten skies,
Heaven’s reflection
enlivened in your eyes -
More sacral,
than when Eden fell.

Night creatures gather
at the fringes of the forest floor;
Possessed by wonderment
of your twilight terpsichore -
More enchanting,
than any witches’ spell.

R. A. Tyndall

Rodwin A Tyndall May 2020

"Urchins"

Children on the corner,
Standing in streetlight beams,
With fierce smiles, soulful eyes;
And fistfuls of broken dreams.

Children of the street,
Battered by circumstances’ blows;
With dry mouths, and burning bellies
Crouching in dumpster shadows.

R. A. Tyndall

Rodwin A Tyndall May 2020

"Celestia"

She was Saturn,
The epitome of unique;
He was Jupiter,
The beast to her ethereal beauty.

She was Saturn,
Clothed in mystique;
He was Jupiter,
Clothed in shock and cruelty.

R. A. Tyndall

#celestial #astronomy #love #life

Rodwin A Tyndall May 2020

"A Night In June"

Luna’s glow kisses gravestones,
In a field of eternal repose;
A lowered soul bemoans
In sibilant, unending prose.

The night fashioned in fantasy,
And the wind rends a mournful tune;
Bitter suites of ecstasy
On an impious night in June.

R. A. Tyndall

Rodwin A Tyndall May 2020

“Universa”

In her hair, she wears
The beauty of Polaris;
Luminous orbs adorn
Her celestial body.
A veil of nebulae on her face,
Fails to conceal her eyes;
Alive with catastrophic bursts;
Reminiscent of supernovae.
Alnilam, a glorious embellishment
Graces her neck;
Sun-like Centauri on her arm,
And Elysian complement
To her dress of quintessence and energy.

R. A. Tyndall

— The End —