Eduardo Speaks
It was an old barn, empty for years that passed, and many to come
The only thing that dwelled in the old run down shack was his ghost
Once a romantic poet, he spoke in verse and addressed the mind itself
For a good heart always follows a healthy mind
He wrote of prophecy and pain to be
Of love and affection to cease
Yet time itself played against his pen
He wrote and wrote, but stoped for his ink drew blood
A romeo, proclaimed his rhyme
He always wrote for his beloved Bear
And til this day he write in the skies for her
The clouds take form of letters and shapes of hearts
Eduardo still writes of her name, and the stars recite
They sing to her, to her ears and soul
"Alley" eduardo spoke
Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2009
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