New Poetry Inspiration

There was a time with mellow eyes she came Move in the light of hope On a cold, cold winter night I heard God's voice saying "Will you take these beans, for they are magic?" To a child, I say "Your face is so pure" The perfect man has fallen to the tune she played "No more tears for it is time to let go of the concrete pillow" What say you? Wasted Eskimo love is a choice of pain I can not explain. (This poem was written out of the titles from the new poetry page. Enjoy) 9:12 PM Central time January 4, 2015