March 18, 2014

OUR DIVINE DREAMS

By EPRobles

terminus across my soul

a movement
compressed

the light is ancient
and I am old

what power say you
devoid of youth like
father time — eons ago

the vagabond
begs more

No! No! No! — pleading
be gone this illusion
a single note slicing
passion between notice

We are not who we are
who we be
not what thing
that creeps between —

our
divine dreams

:: 03-17-2014 ::
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(c) 2013 E.P. Robles

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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