“In the murkiness of days that lay afore our souls,
All one needs to do is reach out a hand to one loved,
And I will be there the light I bare may not suffice,
However holding hands we shall go on our journey,

I believe there is redemption when one bares fervor,  
There is famine importuned in giving of our hearts,
When your desire for one is not returned equally,
Nothing in the world will compensate for that loss,

The most reclusive place to be is being in love,  
Shall I digest my heartache or just live in rage,
With those equitable spirits that I wear triumphantly,
Once that stood afore first and in a state of love,

I have been wounded by her wandering scent before me,
I shall shed no tears being strong always and forever,
The loud uplifting of angel shophar bellowing afar,
Her voice may rightly answer that mellifluous synthesis,

I shall wait to hold your hand as we arrive in the distant,
After I take my last breath I shall wait an eternity for thee.
And then only than my murkiness of days will be gone"
    By Andrew Guzaldo © 12/21/2018