THE moments of dreaming
like a blink of an eye
and my tears so stormy
we can all see how they act;
walking and talking:
so mama maybe I said to you,
‘LOVE is tulips & marmalade skies’
you! and if nothing passes
(err, blows) the night
i kissed the One who waits for Me
& and close my eyes; just dreams
dreaming…and no more tears!
just skies of yellows and greens.
:: 04-30-2016 ::
rev: 08.09.2020 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 