AND I wandered down
the fair-lane of silent notes
and purple dust of twilight nights
and your love always reminds me
of my soul and all the notes of reminding me
<we are a part of wonder;/> love is now
the the memories of years
so gone by;  down the lanes
and I see love is not the stardust
of forgetting hearts and love is now
the stardust of the music of our hearts
Gentle gentle night I forgave all the dreams
like fireflies like the gentleness of my soul
and the shadows of my chills
and the stains upon my satin hills
upon the pillow I sleep
I know you never listened
you did not know how
Love my dreamy swirling heart
I see you changing hue and of amber gray
upon the day and upon the fields
I stroke as an artist upon a white canvas
to understand what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for all your pain
and no one listened but me
So will you listen now?  They
could not love you and still your love was true
upon  this stormy night     you took my hand
I say I was always here for you

:: 06-10-2015 ::

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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