if being: dreamed, wings
i should fly toward
the biggest hill
i speak (and forgive me)
whatever is between
these hills and dreams
my dearest sweetest heart
if thereinmy sincrestmouth
you should taste my love dear
bright eyes –>there drifts
like a woman within a dream
and Now i say: what if
i c ould say more?
the heavens would roar!
:: 07-07-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 