November 5, 2014

[and the sun always rises like a faithful love]

By EPRobles

Dear, I can not say
like I should but my
mouth is a broken thing.
My love fixed it within dreams
but awakening I broke
the spell of its works.
The shame rests overThere
across the valley of hope
where suspenseful wouldBe
lovers practice their hungeyKiss.
Dear, my love bursting light!
I ran so farther than my heartSkin
I am not now a hugging post
you should see me when night
bows for a new day — me.
I rise as your day’s sun!

:: 11-04-2014 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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