My Heart Has Asked of Me
By the stream, my heart asked me:
What are feelings, if not truth?
Do the trees sing their song when the wind blows?
The spider web sways with grace and ease.
As you journey on life’s winding paths,
do you hear me whisper softly to you?
The clouds above bear witness to our conversation.
When tears fall, who sees your shadow hide behind the rocks?
The falcon’s call echoes with a sense of mystery.
Sunrise is a wondrous gift, but sunset is just a promise.
:: 11-25-2018 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 