TONIGHT the storm’s fierce lightning
T H O U G H T — S T R U CK!
and split a tree!
That beauty –: deformed by love____
— nature that kills what it loves
Between branches of passion-time
haunted by ill angels only
Perched upon a dark throne, sits proudly
I have reached these lands \
newly From an ultimate dim Thule
Through winding paths and forest deep,
Where dreams and whispers softly creep,
I wander forth with heart aglow,
In search of truths that nature sows.
:: 06-12-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 