That thing which thirsts
by and by mostly, i found
upon a day’s journey
The quench he burst
while i listened
to his wisdom-words
and i had no thing
within my pockets
So i told him ‘my
apologies’ —
He took my soul
within his hands
so carefully kissed,
and all within me
a glitter-gold
he did disburse
If you look for life
just remember my friend
a richer one unrehearsed!
:: 10-11-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 