My conscious mind has sudden feeling of my origin,
From in the midst of my soul as if in my juvenility,
Impaired appendages on my lost exploring odyssey,
Luminous like the troposphere of a mere cerebrum,

Embrace me warmly in your arms remove my anguish,
As we can cling to the desire we once had no addendum,
Aggregate the wall of shadow draw back beyond my desires,
In the depths sphere of your soul and clutched in your arms,

I abjure you come and take me from this place contain me,
How difficult and inebriated how tensed and ardent I walked,
The sense of coalesce hope that contrived me to my beloved,  
Whisper your words of comfort as you pellicle away my pain,

Alas matron with tenderness so humbling endearing to me,
Nimbly brief my craving was to her as apple blossoms wane,
Momentous instance of imperishable matter between our souls
Will profound pare be rigid for matron I will see no more?  
By Andrew Guzaldo 1/12/2019 ©