When I thought I was Zeus

An atoll inlaid with nervous doubts
exacerbates the once quiet
lagoons of the soul.
The supernal peace of eventide
on the world descends
as iridescent
intangible
mystic curtain.
The maddened heart
flies backward
To the years
of sparkling delirium
of sweet madness
and meanwhile Selene
even tonight announces
her silver smile.
An anonymous breeze
falls over the earth
almost to minuet
with buds of darkness
of lily of the valley
tenderly
gently imbued.
From my swirling
oceanic abysses
rises
of honey
your face
higher and higher
to the most sublime
peaks of memories.
Still, I see again
when you tended the orchids
with a motherly love
that astonished my
incredulous soul.
Tonight my eyes
desperately seek yours
as on those starry nights
when magic were
yours
mine
our caresses.
Those crazy starry nights
when I thought myself Zeus
when I thought you were Hera.
You and I
post nubila Phoebus
a shining sun
a colorful
of fragrant rain
moist rainbow
after the unsettling storm.
Suddenly
we had an impression
of exciting exaltation
of mastery of ourselves
so
similarly to the northern mistral
that lulls the feathers
of white elk
when free, they roam
on the saline waves of the sea.
And we would find ourselves
hand in hand
skin in skin
counting the stars
timeless lovers
brushing the dawn still a slave
of the intriguing
grapples of the night.
Sour briars
parched
tonight seep through
this piercing yearning of mine
and stand as ramparts
of this, my diurnal pain.
Love
sweetest Love
memories
when we used to walk
safe
in love
hand in hand
among the iniquities of the universe!
The heart
tonight
paints an evanescent altar
In the air made of fallacious meringues
while reviving
simulacra of days gone by.
At night
which the throne mellifluously
deviously purloins the evening
magical sprout fantasies
of sweet caresses.
The soul
memories
feed from a honeycomb
of sweetest honey
imbibe themselves
with exquisite ambrosia.
What disillusionment
then
when I no longer perceive reality
as such!
Poles are dimensions in which to freeze
and dreams
dreams are
wings of fantastic
dark chimeras
to fly in illusory
cynical oblivion!
But I am positive
love is there
love exists
love is.
Love
You
love.
Great
immense
infinite
love.
You
eternally
you.