April 17, 2014

A HUNDRED POEMS — 056

By EPRobles

FIRE that burning ICE

axe-plosion      burst stream
at first
a whisper dove

elegantly comes to me

DEVIL flames
kiSsing soul
thunderous passion burning

A high sky ceiling tracing

my dove-love      angelic rope
Weakened hands
i clasp
the golden reed
of Nile

tossing waters moving
soul-vessel
ancient reed

lonely the soul drifting

between bodies of heaven
and that of hell
and Earth

What Kings see, humans know

what angels adore
the devil
— loves
but my dove

SOARS so high above all

pure light eagle eyes

a hush from Creation

soon — the grand scene!

:: 04-17-2014 ::

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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