In Many Moons

 

Soon, I will die for my love

and he will die for me


When our cups will be one

the earth will tremble

the mountains will crack

and the sea will divide


My dearest will embrace me

in the nest of the battlefield

and I will kiss the hilt of his

sword that will pierce the dragon


My dearest will chain Medusa

and bury the serpents head

I will let my knight ride on 

my back and we will fly 

and slash with lightning 

any creature that goes

between our love


We shall never separate 

until death meridians will 

hold us together from pole 

to pole our stars, an 

army to guard our nook


The wind a shield to cover 

from the foe and the 

moon our bed of conception

will hide itself in red blaze


We will make love in 

many moons, in 360 

days we’ll sup bliss, sire an 

offspring in Indian summer


They will till the soil

dig the sea, a harvest

so great, deities will agree


Me and my love, an 

army of constellations

will never separate


Until in GOD’s hand, 

In a deep peaceful slumber, 

He will lock us in His chest. 

/for vocations


/poem by rose flores. rosevoc

photo by dr. waldo alarkon