OBSESSION

by Luis G. Dato

I think of you at sunrise,
When in the hills dawn,
Robed in her clouds, reminds me
Of roses in your lawn.

I think of the folded curtains
And silken blinds at noon,
And of your heavenly chamber
Where flow’rs o’erpowering swoon.

I think of you when silence
Oppresses in the gloom,
A terror takes the city
And death is in your room.

I think of stare at twilight
When the day bids fond adieu;
I think of you this midnight,
Beloved, where are you?

— The Herald Mid-Week Magazine
August 23, 1939