consecration/moonlight mirage

under the moonlight
as our eyes meet
and i behold and marvel
at the splendor of your true essence
that which is noble, valiant and most keen
and which i endeavor to nourish and caress
there are moments, under that moonlight
when i chance a glimmer of faith and love
and i imagine those moments wax eternal
as we soar beyond the obscure twilight
of our pain and misanthropy
adjoining spirits sauntering forth in resplendence
but the dream is as elusive as the moment
for reservation soon creeps forth
and we are left with nothing
but the anguish of our souls waning away
as we fashion yet another guise
with which to keep them safe, but distant
(yes, i am also loath to allow mine to be seen
for it too has been seized and ravaged)
but for those fleeting moments
which i have fared to capture
we are but one
embracing and rejoicing
in the ecstasy of our mortal passion
and i am then nourished and inspired to seek more
believing the dream to endure
for i trust that the glimmer always lingers
never fully extinguished
but merely tapered
and hidden behind a mask of dolor and doubt
and i aspire to demolish that facade
and, ascending to eros,
to capture not those ancient dreams of sorrow and chimera
but even older ones
in which we waltz
within the brilliance
of our passion

© 1993 by Marina Ortiz

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