Poems of Jean Rojas

Into the night I seek

The silhouette of chance,

Black merges into white

A flight of dances

Step into the light

To erase the shadows

Of a man

Whose face over voice

In melancholic range

Now weeps beneath dreams

Of reckless prose

eager to know the birth

Of another dawn

In the arms and wings

Of past future strides…

 

The deadly dark of the

Running night

Is everywhere in sight

From bars to bedrooms

Juxtaposing

Each irreverent line of

Tomorrows yet to come

But has nothing to offer

That is of consequence

 

Forget the deranged sorrow

I say

Night has its blessings for sale

Turn your head to this side

And derail the empty wail

A breathtaking flight

Is a plight that is borrowed

From fateless time

 

Oh aphrodisiac nights

When the heart seals

The worldless spirit

I caress your face

With the touch of my mind,

I have known these moments before

When the throat runs dry

And feelings are high…

A song is conceived

By the magical sighs

Born to grow

With the sweet breath

Of love

Night blossoms

And withers into morn

The stars swoon

In the slumber of the moon

Maybe again

Your face will I see

As the creatures of mystery

Celebrate their

Change of colors

Outrageously

Into the night…..

 

For: Ken Wahl (1992)

I see you in my rose-colored dreams

Embedded in a fluid glass

Surrounded by musical notes

The sounds of laughter

Reverberating on the halls

The smell of fresh strawberries

Hung heavy in the air

My closed eyes perceived this all

In one unaccustomed glance

On the far corners of

A pleasant memory

That has come to pass….

 

I feel the force

Of your mighty grace

A supernatural aura

That glows on your face

The flower of beauty

Blooms in your eyes

And the enchantment

Of your smile

Will always hold me enthralled…

I have known no other man

Who has held his reins of power

Over my heart

Like you have..

And how…..

 

My  fleeting dreams,

They are all I have at hand

Somewhere along the

Folds of my brain

Your image begins to interfere

I am a captive

And I have no strength to let go

I am , in this desperation, grow…

A fondness for your face

That always steels the show

 

I have no will to resist

I keep within

This burning hope that flames assist

A crowning glory

A maze aglow

 

Here within my bosom

Warm and deep

I count my blessings

In my sleep

For sleep alone can

Make you stay

And so to this

I truly say

From the first moment

That I saw your exquisite face

Lips knew not and words did stray

Bound to wonder, this I pray

No man can be as beautiful

As the sun’s golden ray

Yet, somehow, you managed to be

Far more stunning than

A tranquil sunset in Manila Bay.

 

For: Ken Wahl (1991)