the twilight tempest
in the Kingdom of Kindred they are crying
unsure of him and his voyage he is trying.
The blanket is hauled across the sky
like storied Queen, the stoic King is raining.
Unaccompanied he thinks.
Lays and sinks.
Not drowning. Not blemishing.
Is the sunshine waiting?
As meteors screech from these incorrigible eyes
eventide conceals the white-blue skies
wistfully clouding wishful stars.
These soulful shadows dawn disguise
he is his captain slipping on the rise.
Follow your heart. They do…
to junctures full of misgivings.
She once recorded of love and gain.
manifests the strain.
Without amour and her sentinel
her heart will drain.
As he drips alone
missing his healer
life once immaculate is stained.
You, Spring, full of brilliance
and exultation… Why must you rain?
As the shower fabricates its sound
she lets fall in drops
This must be untrue to wary tales
This is not the end.
Come flash then thunder
through torrent they well ascend.
To the portal of the crowns around the bend
in this flood they will levitate.
Do not let our vessels deepen.
– © Leonceo V. Angsioco