All the hours of our living
a running stream of sand
brings us closer to the day
when we meet the reaper
So lover take my hand
let’s run away to a land
where the sun never sets
and the moon stars and rain
sing and dance all the same
my love sings to your soul
and that piper paid a toll
he crept across lover’s lane
and paid to buy our souls
All night souls feel the pull
so baby take my hand
like Romeo and Juliet
:: 02-25-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 