The Beclouding of Adonis

They roll over the calm and gather in their numbers

Enumerating charges in the ashen billows

Put to leisure is the sun’s tepid glory

Restored by humbling dreams amore

Once we stood upon the highest of gallant hills

Affixed in his alluring glare

But now like the rivers free; we will deem lower

Regressing into kind realm

The sun god has sheathed his battling sword

Retiring in his slothful den

Reign to endure; his mortal penitence not hence

Now is the time for the moonlet powers to return

Go back my sweet son Adonis!

Ye have traveled far enough from your beginning and end

‘Tis time to re-enter the labyrinth from which you came

‘Tis time to uproot and replant O' hunter of thee

I shall harvest your travels internally within me

I will relive the footsteps in which you made before me

Then bear them in a divine play as you dream

Be it you were of an antiquated chimerical gift

So I grant you this grand dream regal

I alight you a new wayward path

A path of mystery but you shall know

The sphere of me is ever within and nigh

As true; day has never survived the night

And I ever have not the strength to travel but one road

Here after days I am to obscure the conscious light

As too ; she gives me the insight of envision

Only to become diminished until she voyages her return

Until; I can only await for her waning bosom

And become complete

From twilight dew arose

An awakening, slumbering not the prose

Oh child of foolish frolic she avows

Return your steed from lowly errant

For you cannot travel throughout my body’s length

I too weep 0’ lord of knaves for your triumph

That when I slumber I am with thee

By Michael R Pinnell