When comes the day I lie in rigid state,
O’ercome by earth abounding, touched by the hands of fate.
When consume the worms the shell of my being,
May our times of mirth and woe ne’er part of thee.
Such is the course of life, oh the child in time
Shall bid farewell to youthful *****, and betake to elder age.
So too in due course shall cease to flow
The currents o’er the cragged stone, and decay the nature ‘round;
Yea, thee one day shall Time's ills entertain,
And thy sweet youth o'ertake.
Yet till that lamentable hour,
When all be hoary and expired,
Thy tresses of auburn and eyes of azure
Will solace me thro’ th’ tempests of Summer,
And th’ fury of Winter, the vernal blossoms,
And the autumnal showers.
Art thou my Beatrice, my queen, my belovéd.

Then rose I of state dormant.
Bedighted th’ heavens with th' hue of vermillion
As the gilded eye was nascent.

Though, accompanied was I
By remnant oneiric;
Of dreamward plane not wholly departed,
Wherein upon me was bestowéd office of the omniscient,

Tasked to engender th' kosmos’ existence.
Anew awoke I, ‘twixt nebulous skies and earth verdant.
How the folly of mind within me occasioned ideas magnificent.

Thus, betook I to greet this humor pensive
Anon succumbing to accustomed dreariness.
Alas! With weariness absconded and sight restoréd
My surroundings I deduced upon th’ opening of mine eye.

‘Twas th’ darkest of environs, so still and silent
Void magnificent that nought beareth.
How th’ learnéd souls and minds creative

Were but forms nonexistent
With whom I, the Creator, was to endow life.
Yet, ere th' orbs’ and th' suns’ conjuring
Did I ponder my preoccupation

As regards th' prolonging of my future creation.
So thus, ‘twas light I conceived
To oppose th' blackness abounding

Force primordial to sustain th' galactic bodies.
Thereafter came th' divers planets
Each of varied size and surface.
Was I behooved to further th’ formation expansive

Thus, came th’ astros’ and comets’ construction.
Lo! Beauty ethereal begat I, the omnipotent.
Once interminable space replete with nothingness;

Motionless state that predated all physics;
Now, awesome domain governed by law complex.
Though, fecundity had ceased not
I then betook to th’ creation of th’ seas, and th’ flora, and th’ creatures ambulant

And th’ boundary to discern th’ divine of mortality’s constituents.
And upon termination of tasks titanic
Sought I rest

As all beheld the marvels of my work.
I soon was stricken by drowsiness and betook to sleep
Most content with myself, the universe’s artisan.

the rains, the cold air
have not relented,
the winds, the earth,
have assured
the foison’s death—
o primavera,
do you now
lay dormant—
the skies,
bedecked
with solemn tones,
have yet to
leese this
ghastly
grey
complexion
i know this poor
weather is going
to hold

i don my
apparel—
gloves
cap
coat—
impermeable
warm—
safeguarded by
my calid aegis,
i decide
to part
from my
quarters,
the old
sturdy
door
is opened
at once

as i
venture
outdoors
to greet
the
crestfallen
clime
i am
received
by
the
presence
of gaia’s
distempers—

o primavera,
do you now
lay dormant—

i close
the door
behind me

and set
off to
where
i am due

I

O solemnity
In ***** lay.
Mid the night
Dark, tame
Do I find myself.
Aloft, the waxing crescent,
The astros abounding,
The sundry spatial bodies
Strangers to comprehension–
The millenary muses!

II

In my room
I am received
By penumbra and solace;
By heavy eyes and heart;
By remembrances
Of erstwhile love;
By silence pervading.

III

I, so dreamward,
‘Twixt reality and repose,
Anon descend
Unto a state
Of muscular impediment–
Plane of nought
Comparable to Death!

IV

O dawn of morn
I now wake
To the dawn of morn.
Sweet slumber so absconded.
Anew to live
Another day
Of spirit solemn
And lame.
Wherefore not eternal slumber?

O Selene, th’ dawn of thee, so begets th’ writ of woe.
As day retreats, for repose ‘t seeks, so comes thy ancient glow.
Of burnishéd gold, and shimmering tones, and evokes a fecund mood.
Thus, to thy beauty a song, celestial one, goddess who weeps for erstwhile love.

Anew Selene, call I to thee, she who dwells above.
E’en mortals ‘neath, too share thy grief, strangers not to anguished *****.
So too we plead may love not cease ev'n as parts Earthly form.
Ere finality proceeds, ‘fore life’s fugacity, do I take to verse solemn.

Aye, dolefully I sing, mid the reign of e’en.
How the nightly hour doth conjure lament.
And though th’ heavens are replete with th’ color of ebony.
Embosomed am I by august luminescence.

O Mother of seas, Muse of th’ Greeks.
Predilect of th’ Romantics.
Anon Apollo shall greet th’ skies with light abounding.
Yet, will I await the return of thy presence.