The world is beautiful.
The arche of Tutis weakens
by the fire of unrelenting time!
As embers cool do not weep for us
as the world is not here
it does not sleep —
as love sheaths untold dreams
as nature’s winds blow
and sight behold miracles.
A beat of a single heart
as gentle as autumn rain
the creatures of nature awaken
with morning’s hush,
a single voice of Light
up-flinging rush
of departed Souls unto Heaven,
is today by transcending soft
night
Do not weep for me
Do not weep for us
we are elsewhere
and not the dust.
:: 09.07.2022 :
E.P. Robles | Poetry 