Upon the eternal souls of fallen ones
here at this vast Ocean and in delirium
so stronger than alcohol i remember this
green night of a dozen snows: within
mineral pools talking of history the
rainbows stretched the world around
and around reborn each time by touch
of glass with numbers
I would have loved to show the small
animals of that other place but Life
was open to doors of a hundred closed
nights of a bird less air ~~ free,
pierced as no one so lucky to live
on this planet called Earth.
My happy tears sleep with a million
birds of golden victor. As my own heart
she made me catch upon fire as the sun
catches fire in lonely Heavens.
:: 02.14.2023 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 