TIME only abides those souls
who try to keep hell below
baby footsteps walk above
and clouds float and taste
a lick of love and passion
no hell or war to imagine
and society will follow
waiting for a voice we say
but our spirits sing today
ocean shells speak the name
it’s easy to hear just try
not a human word but more
it’s love without a name
:: 03-13-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 