and what of that desire
a pouring rain,
from the heavens, fall
through the funnel skies —
a splatter upon my roof
slanted tiles stacked. Yet,
another journey in the fall
a figural shaped as my heart
your tears seep into me that
ground of my spirit
a split
thunder-lightning show my face
from a celestial eye came tears
as an arrow
— my own eyes
which
are
that target
your tears pierced into
that countryside haven
and found your home
within my lonely soul
i kiss the tears
that bare your fire
:: 04-09-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 