"I do not know how to reach you,
As I hear your voice in the wind,
I feel her under my skin within my heart,
As my soul awaits for her,

All these nights without you,
Let my dreams surround you,
I see and touch her face,
As I have fallen into her grace,

When the time is right,
I know you will be in my arms,
Although we are far away I am effete,
So hard I want you to stay,

But not this way,
Embrace me with your mind,
As I feel you in my heart and soul,
May this feeling not fade away,

In this the,
VOICE IN THE WIND"

“When you abdicate you stretch out like the world.
My body savage and peasant undermines you,
And makes a loved one leap into the bottom of the earth,
I was lonely as one could be life sailed from me,

And night invaded me with her powerful army.
To survive I forged you like a weapon of sort,
But now the hour of revenge falls, and I love you,
Body of skin of labyrinth firm and thirsty milk,

My thirst my desire without end my wavering road,
Dark river beds down which the eternal thirst is flowing,
With the waves that rush before me are against me,
Ever with invincible strength returning into my heart,

With each passing day more tranquil and peaceful,
I choose to repent a fierce longing of mind and soul,
With an outward stroke of intense power forth,
Come let us shout with no mouth nor tongue,

My heart goes out to those of dauntless courage,  
If courage may not remain when the sunsets,
With fear this glorious light may not rise in the morning,
When our stomachs are empty we are afraid of famine,

A roost that exists in our soul that we know not,
Yet sings the tune without the words as naught can be heard  
It never stops at all nevertheless its steps can be heeded,
This the sweetest in the Gale of a wavering road”  
By Andrew Guzaldo March 1,/2021 ©   #200

“The enclave and eyes of the waves,  
She belonged on a reef near the sea,
As she will leave the sea in a hazy daze,  
Feelings for her have grown and developed,
  
I am lost without the warmth of her soul,
Lost without the tenderness of her eyes,
Those eyes that have captivated me,  
Upon peering into her eyes time stood still,  

I am lost into the intensity of her speech,
Speech that brims into my ears with joy,
I am lost into the fervency of her heart,
Fervor reaches me even though we are apart,

Amidst our meeting it was love from the start,
My heart bears inscrutable pain without her
That endless comfort inner happiness when near,
The love we shared was beyond any composition,
  
As distant waves and blackbirds awake,
May her littoral protoplasm never deliquesce,
On the waves of the enclave”
    By AG 06/06/2018  ©

Have you whispered?
My name before you sleep,
Have I entered into your
Thoughts, as you drift?

Do I pass through your judgment?
And soul as you weep,
Do you feel as if you,
Have lost control?

As our inner feeling and,
hearts we keep,
At times I feel you are near me,
As I whisper your name,

I now realize we were absurd,
To have ever parted,
I see your face ever so,
Vividly in my mind,

I tend to feel the upmost enchantment,
I close my eyes and see as we once danced,
I wonder will we ever be together again,
Holding each other ever,
So tightly as we once did,
Assert our love,
And never to WHISPER GOODBYE”

“Recognition that you are here,
Final adjustment mending next to me,
A breath of your warmth upon my skin,
Exchanges of the single ember within still burns,

As I hear whispers in the wind,
Rustling through the formulations,
I've sketched in encroaching the littoral,
To the special one to claim these pages came,

Interpretation existing of years passed,  
The circumspect to go diligent stride,  
To a worn and tattered old ideal,
Hero from the ancient bindings of a book,

Haunting whispers in the Zephyr,
Rustling through the formulations,
Breaching the palisades of time,
This the whispers in my mind”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 04/30/2022

This is not a profession,
It is a seminar of hearts expression,
It is the truth that mends hearts,
Hearts that have been deceived,
As cold flowers rain upon ones heart,
From the beaks of song birds,
The abyss of detritus to Celestial thoughts,
This is POETRY

"Well let me take my words,
And co-join them to depict,
The feelings that I have for,
She, who I love,

It seems as if yesterday we,
Were a couple Pondering,  
Dreaming and gazing in the future?                  
Shall I utter her name oh I choose not,

For I have lost a lot,
For the effluvium of her patronymic,
Rips my soul apart no end,
Leaving a burning flame in my heart,

A flame that once burned with desire,
From both of us tween each other,
That through the years we require,
A love that had no need to smother,

It was truly something amazing as it seems
I had never felt before in my life,
To have finally met the woman of my dreams,
To know how she had really become my WIFE”

“In the reflex of love there is enigmatic elation,
That mingles in the face of love,
You may never think that love can hurt so,
That it would always be as strong as it began,

However I fell in love with her as the waves,
Adheres to the sea,
Our hearts adhered as one beating with robust,
Consent,

Allurement of both were as positive connectors,
As our ****** attire charades softly to the ground,
As the captivation of bliss lays beneath our skin,
Contentment and bliss with the desirable joy between us,

Congenial pleasure as the night slows an our,
Bodies ache with pleasure as trail of kisses elongated,
As in the allured cold chill of the arctic trail and borealis,
Bid make ones blood run cold not we our souls interlocked,

As I thought was true love was not,
It was just ecstasy not love on your part,
As you left and broke my heart prevented,
Me from moving on as your love departed,
I am left with that of Wistful Love”
  By A.G. 03/2018

“The night is raven as you  peer that analytical stare,
It is in this way you are blinded by your own eyes,
Sanguine of the gods that exist for all their acumen,  
As that of an labyrinth mechanism turning day to night,

Beside the bonfire I think of all that I have descried,
Now no usual noises only the unusual or unexpected,
In autumns that we were with morn dew and argent sun,
That is now left of yellow not gold burnt fibrous leaves,

Of how the world will be for still there are so many things,
That I have never seen in all the forests in every season,
If I should live in a coppice and sleep underneath a sapling,
By a bonfire in different lands thoughts of my incongruous life,

No coppice of saplings that I could not make a glorious home,
I go where the old odeon gather decorous worthy and robust,
The world’s society has long foundered people throughout time,
And they would not sigh and tremble and vex me with a song,

Struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes fatigued,
Gusts upon my hair as I sit beside a crackling fire,
The times from having seen the unchanging earth afore,
So you may take of that elegant rose leave me with a thistle,
For they know not life without the dendrite to wither”

By Andrew Guzaldo  01/05/2019 ©

“Within My Archipelago” My enclave

The enclave all that is lost far away,
As the melody of our love stretches for miles,
My heart flutters like melancholy when away,  
I will be waiting for you at the grottoes end,

As the ocean waves roar gale in harmony
Sea wind voices floating high,
Sounding robustly as the waves reach for the sky,
Tantamount reverberates its mighty roar,

As does my loves laughter as we sit,
Each word is like a syllable of a sweet tune,
The inexhaustible pureness of it all,
I would always have given you anything,

First day of love was like the birth of a flower,
As it even grows in crevasse of a stone,
As such my love for you grew stronger each day,
I told you I will always be in love with you,

I never pulled away from your Lips,  
My voluble, heart throb shall always be yours,
My soul will crave to always have you near,
No matter where I travel my korrigan
You shall be within my archipelago,
FOREVER

“My writing poetry is a way to loosen sensitivity that surrounds me, an atonement that dissipates
Over the writings that appear from my ink well to the ephemera in the moment as I state my dexterity”
“By Andrew Guzaldo © 08/25/2020