Daniel Campbell

Like the night of cloudless constellations
and all that's best of dark and bright
meet in her aspect and her 24th floor habitation
mellowed to that tender light

And on that floor, so soft, so calm
the elevators that ascends, the windows that glow
tell of precipices serenely sweet express
at peace with all incontestably apostrophic
green as grass whose love is innocently below

III

One shade the more, one ray the less
had half impaired the nameless place
which waves in every moon-like island
or softly lightens her starry face
where thoughts that glow only address
how bare thy illustrious and platitudinal grace

Memories of the wonders of island exploring
and helix of colored provencal stripes
of acquiescent adoring accents...

bless her face, the enthusiast’s friend
with you, in idea and kei-car drifts
the clear and passionate balustrade curve
where flowers and descent kindly bathe
over the dampened cliffs, gently concave

III

Why are you frightened so?
abrasive coccolithophore, unable to bloom in pair
listful to the oceans tender comfort
responding to sylphs, in the moon beamy tumultuous air

At night the moistened flowers sing
and in day, liquid product of bee
viscosity of mind, you bring
from yesteryear, a keep-sake plea

A karat, on pinions of silver approaching
had brought a masked woman, the blood-work of heaven
smiles, with her constellations sweetly blending
the absence of distance impending

She bears a acceptable climate
in the present, fair métisse, absolved with
fortune illustrated by a clearly curved sleeping tiger

VII

A sweet and endemic pleasure
atop her 24th floor precept finds
to possess but a interval of the hour of iconic leisure
in entropic, pure, and aerial minds