Cynical blue eyes are open!
The last remnants of winter’s doubt have fumbled,
finding no purchase, they've been swept away.
Spring dawns in aquamarine depths reborn
of a faith thought lost long ago.
I have dreamed of a faceless woman,
of a goddess born of beguiling light, and I,
brave knight of gilded armor
stand helpless to resist her.
I do not feel fear, only comfort, warmth,
as I am slowly divested of sword and shield.
With trembling hands I touch her
as piece by piece my armor falls.
Faceless, night after night, the mystery remained
offering no sun to distinguish night from day.
No moon, no stars, to counter reality's shades of gray
only a dream, and a poet’s simple phrase,
"Nothing gold can stay."
"Close your eyes and listen.
The wind whispers our names"
A voice I will not remember.
Our bodies pressed tightly, flesh to flesh
passions embrace. And I feel
awake—hollow. Day by day, I thought only of a dream.
And I searched, always searching, for Aphrodite’s loom
to reweave the tapestry that lay in tatters
blowing aimlessly in a bitter wind.
Venus thought I would fail, fool that she was.
But today dawn breaks with a new song, and I—
recalling the gentle caress from a woman
that bestows the warmth of many suns upon me—
have discovered the dream faceless no more.
Last night—last night, I dreamed of you.
And I do not feel fear, only comfort, warmth,
as I am slowly divested of sword and shield.
With trembling hands I'll touch you
as piece by piece my armor falls.
Copyright © 2019 By Keith E. Sparks Jr.
First Appeared in Facets...