by Steve Troyanovich
… and the moon was sleeping
La existencia es un momento de luz que nos fue dado
--- Eduardo Gomez
luminous you enter
the doorway of my dream
your face fills the enormous
darkness---that forsaken alley
of my shattered recollection…
your mouth… your lips
guide me through a melodious
echo from childhood lost
to the boundless embrace of
your encompassing skin…
within the memory of our hands
we warm each other
we cradle each other
in the silent blue shadows
of sleep…
you quiver… then vanish
where i cannot follow…
drifting to the landscape
we have touched
beyond the pale horizon
of the broken moon…
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Correctional educator. Freelance journalist and editor. Work recently appeared in Fog & Woodsmoke (Lost Hills Books, 2011). He was also represented in From the Other World: Poems in Memory of James Wright (Lost Hills Books, 2008). His poetry has appeared in many diverse publications and anthologies including: Arabesques Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, Quarry, Abraxas, Sarasvati, The Dawntreader, Inclement Weather, Weirdbook, Treaders of Starlight, Broken Streets, Amanda Blue, Blue Unicorn, Stone Country, The Wormwood Review, Mundus Artium and the Goose River Anthology series. Co-editor of the fantasy poetry collection: Omniumgathum. Author: Dream Dealers and Other Shadows. Has translated from the work of the French-Canadian poet, Fernand Ouellette. Presently engaged in translating from the poetical works of the Argentine poet, Rodolfo Alonso.
Last updated May 12, 2011