Climbing away
from the dream
went a dreamer
who was alive.
Climbing away
from the dream.
He spoke aloud,
with a tired mouth
which was numb
from his sleep.
Climbing away
from the dream.
In the dark of night
he spoke:
“Awake from the dream!”
He climb away from
the dream into
another.
:: 11-25-2018 ::
i like it when you whisper
and the world in hushed lips
fallingly desires more.
That you sing while speaking
all within my own heart
i too fall within you
filled within my soul
you and mine within yours
i like it when you whisper
and the world wishes too —
knows what madly
soaring hearts say when
the sun sleeps and angels
snore; i too fall within you
— are part of my soul
, stay forever
mostly i like your whisper-
love within my heart side-by-side
at night within the spooned bed
and moon smiles fallingly stars
wishing they had one as you.
:: 02-14-2015 ::
Rev: 11-10-2018
my sweet precious Living
Life by a kindest Soul
before rains the Sun
does not know Tears
are small Oceans in
largest doses becomes
brilliantly sparked
Emotions
my Sweet Precious
Life —
i am living spaces
as stairs climbing
two-by-two in Time
toward the Heart’s
goals!
:: 11-09-2018 ::
I am (my love is) love
as if you are free rising winds
of life or arrow of roses
and thorns which disperse despair!
I love you as towering buildings
stand tall and thunderheads
speak with lighting;
my nature is natural
to love you as the plant blooms
and carries beauty hidden within
itself until the light of sun
brings forth those flowers as my heart
blooms for you
when the world sleeps I am there
I love you as mystery breaths
the interest of wondering minds
and dense fog of sometime life
is difficult but mostly I am deeply
appreciative there is no I or you,
only our hands entwined by faith, love,
devotion and time.
I love you.
:: 11132015 ::
THAT today in my heart
the breath of life
but my way is mingled
within confusion
Pain obscures light.
Remembrance of Love
moistens my feelings
within the Soul’s
fountain.
Each cloud flies high
and stars trembling,
A Spirit too if so be
it.
Love can never die.
And lessons from Mountains
and Rivers and Forests
They wear the Rainbow,
a solid unbroken promise
So too my Life
So too my Love
So too my Soul.
:: 11-02-2018 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 