I went to an estate sale
and found the love of ages
and she was dead but alive
and my life fell into her
and I rode that drive
the rode of evermore
and the past became
it became my now
Your fashion so high
not like the plastic
those girls who think
a woman is a label
and I ride and walk
and walk and ride
and the road is long
and the end is never
I sang a song today
but the night claims
the words I sing tonight
and the day weeps now
I say, “so la la la la”
and the devils cry
and the angels bow
tonight we ride ages
and time is ours girl
and from dirt to flesh
tonight a breath for you
:: 04-02-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 