He Waits To See the Irony of Rime

 

on shadows blunt edge

raining ice falls relentlessly

thunders down on these leafless

most common oak

over a longer arguing night

he sleeps through restlessly

waits to see the doubtless morning sky affirming clouds

unbinding releasing an immaculate beauty

conceived in the climbing reaching light

she reigns over everything

that no longer exists but wishes did

he wishes to exist in a fraction

of her simple given gifts

her unfathomable rhapsodies

nobly the oak carry the shear weight

majestic tapestries draped thickly thinly crystalline

each and every tree for once sees

through the sun

in his hands

and only by chance

all the riches known

to woman

queen

and

man

JPPestana

He Waits To See the Irony of Rhyme

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