POEM 4

As the blue-green sea rises
with the moon’s whimsical phases,
it also falls with vociferous attitude
crashing methodically
on the rocky shore.

I see you
standing within this torment-
Neruda like-
conducting with poetry’s brush
the colors of a starry night.

And the emptiness in my heart
is filled with your melodious art

Aztec Warrior 6.13.15