“There is something opaque yet homogeneous,
Settled in through all depths an agate sign,
How it is noted that stones have touched time,
In their refined matter there is an odor of age,

Of water brought by the sea, from salt and sleep,
I'm encircled by a single thing, a single movement:
A mineral weight a honeyed light clings to the sound,
As glacial biennial fallen upon a dormant heart,

Now seems as expelled from the beaks of oscines,
And from celestial thoughts to an abyss of sediments,  
Maybe I may never shine again or love again as once,
The bright sun was extinguished as well as the stars

Cloudless climes once starry skies dark and bright,
That all is best of words the tinge of argent durum,
Draw me after you let us run to that once was ours,
Like frigid perennials fallen upon my dormant heart,

As she walks in beauty into the night to what is now,
Dour resuscitated sonnet”
By Andrew Guzaldo 03/28/2020 © #186