March 26, 2014

A HUNDRED POEMS XV

By EPRobles

sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane

                            so empty
a petal- less flower weep

stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rises kissing horizon

that is my faith
            my dear

that shower my vane
until it full
of the power of light

to feed my wither
soul

:: 03-26-2014 ::

 

About EPRobles

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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