And the daylight danced upon the heart
of the man who laid across the lap
of his woman. Upon a bench within
a park, his childhood hidden. And when
the clouds obscured the sun, his heart
leaped forth as a child! His lover
murmured: Are you here? The distant
laughter of playing children. And his
eyes flowered-opened and saw the light
of all the day and even night, within
the gaze of the woman who allowed him
a moment to become a child.
:: 01-22-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 