Your lips are opened where i dream
expansive fields of tulips kissing
wonderment And eyes as pools of
yet fallen rains Your heart beating
peace smiling at little things / as me
deeper than the mystery of life
-searched a loving heart grows
that majestic wing of butterflies
goes into /oVER golden cusp’d
fields with life’s razor-edge gleam
and gloom ‘bursting cloud/RAins
wet our feathered heads within our
nest, which no eye of human can see
‘Tis invisible silence, respecting
unknown artists
:: 09172015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 