Any Woman Speaks
(By A.M. Gloria)
Half of the world's true glamour
Is held--you know by whom?
Not by the gilt Four Hundred
Parading in perfume,
Nor by the silvered meteors
That light the celluloid sky--
But by these eyes that called you,
Blind fool who passed me by!
Any Man Speaks
(By A.M. Gloria)
Half of the world's true treasure
Is kept--do you know where?
Not in the wallets of yuppies
Whose careers soar through the air,
Nor in the golden pinlights
That dot the corporate sky--
But in the heart that sings to you,
Deaf fool who passed me by!
To the Man I Married
(By A.M. Gloria)
You are my earth and all the earth implies:
The gravity that ballasts me in space,
The air I breathe, the land that stills my cries
For food and shelter against devouring days.
You are the earth whose orbit marks my way
And sets my north and south, my east and west,
You are the final, elemented clay
The driven heart must turn to for its rest.
If in your arms that hold me now so near
I lift my keening thoughts to Helicon
As trees long rooted to the earth uprear
Their quickening leaves and flowers to the sun,
You who are earth, O never doubt that I
Need you no less because I need the sky!
To A Lost One
(By A.M. Gloria)
I shall haunt you o my lost one, as the twilight
haunts a re-entangled trail,
and your dreams will linger strangely with the music
of a phantom lover’s tale, you shall not forget, for I am past forgetting,
I shall come to you again with the starlight and the scent of wild champacas,
and the melody of rain. You shall not forget. Dust will peer into your
window, tragic-eyed and still, and unbidden, startle you into...
