Mushrooms and Moon
AND now in peace they are crying
Now And now the dark sun grows.
I shall kiss the lovely lips
of the mushrooms and moon.
And if heaven sends me gifts:
I ask for:
One is an endless love.
Two is the undying heart
where autumn leaves fall
within my gapping mouth.
A third is peace. The
solemn winter where snow falls.
And if there is another number
that chases me it is fifthly:
to drown my fear --> where you
all just disappear.
I(myself and me) will adjust
not to sleep without your eyes
And I adjust just to Spring
with the mushrooms and moon
And the dark sun grows.
Grows.
:: 11-05-2017 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2017
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