ART

By Luis G. Dato

Your unseen fingers of the night have spun
Auroral flowers that surprise,
Clouds petalled red against the sun,
And scarlet with sunrise.

Last night a terror crept within my heart
With every gust of sudden rain,
Torn, tousled boughs were slapped athwart
My slumbered window-pane.

Perhaps your fingers splashing on the void,
Were frantic with the nearing dawn,
By turns alarmed and overjoyed
At frescoes partly drawn.

Were you afraid lest daylight found your art
A chaos of the cosmic dyes?
Did terror creep within my heart,
Last night before sunrise?


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

error: Diri ngani kiton!!