Treasure Island

Esteban Arellano


Evening, Just Before Twilight


Evening,
forty miles west of Chicago,
in a frozen field.
Snow spirits appear and disappear
as the North Wind howls
at the winter moon.
I light a cigar
and wish for a shot of tequila,
wish it were summer,
and I was pulling up
to the Baptist Mission in Texas
where my old man spoke the word
and the choir sang,
when I believed in tongues,
in heavenly utterances,
and the Holy Ghost was immense power
seething within,
and you the sacred vessel
I poured myself into.

My thoughts are of a time
when wind surfed the treetops
and apple blossoms swirled down
on an insouciant world and covered two beings
in its mystical cloak,
when I pressed you against earth
as it spun and traveled
around a star that moved
through space and time
to a point
that exalted you
and love
sacrificed self.

I wrap myself in a season
when I walked into the hullabaloo
of a day,
into the bell
of a lost Sunday,
when tulips were a lover's bed
and wild violets were a bouquet
arranged for you.
I remember a ruckus,
a riot
in my heart,
a hooligan love,
a rapture.

I recall
a time
as the North Wind howls
at the winter moon,
and the Big Dipper pours
twilight
into evening sky -

my thoughts are of you
as I follow the North Star home,
a thousand stars
lighting the way.

Submitted: Sunday, March 16, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 30, 2014

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  • Esteban Arellano (3/25/2014 11:05:00 PM)

    Thanks for the read Barbara. I''ve published here and there, but I decided long ago to ride the highways and byways of cyberspace and leave my musings where ever I stop for those who would like to read, or not, my
    poetry and other offerings.

    peace and love my sister,

    este. (Report) Reply

  • Esteban Arellano (3/16/2014 10:17:00 PM)

    Thank you Colleen. Appreciate the kind words. Will search out your writings.

    peace and love
    and all that good stuff,

    Este. (Report) Reply

  • Colleen Courtney (3/16/2014 8:35:00 PM)

    This piece is so beautifully written! Lovely imagery. Will definitely be put on my list of favorites. Thanks for sharing! (Report) Reply

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