Erstwhile a despondent shadow upon the vestiges of my heart
painted across the shades and obscurities of a cold space
She reflects the elegant light of a fresh start
within untested softness of temperate lace
Did not Beethoven’s symphonic rage proclaim her unspoiled brightness?
Did not Mozart’s Jovian masterpiece declare her excellent hunger?
Out of raging autumn vortexes, she draws my strength and likeness
to her kindly soul of exquisite light and wonder
Brushstrokes of Michelangelo’s masterpiece, an opus in 4 levels of sunshine
she appears in a dream and whispers a predestined rhyme
From the clouds plummets the raindrop’s scent
A fated branch calls forth a divine event
Caught between length and time, among the common weed
A spark of life, a desperate need
Falls from the tree a forgotten seed
Shakespearian verses tell of springtime blossoms
reflected across the glimmering dew of her heart
I dread the distance spread between us
and die with quickness each moment we’re apart
A secret hidden beyond my cold fears
‘Neath heaven’s light, her breasts comfort the infant’s tears
cherishing the joyful emergence of a child’s laughter
A poem by Baltazar (Alex) Bolado
For a beautiful, dear Friend
Photos Zain Bhatti and Julia Caesar
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