Quando La Mente Dorme
(When Mind Sleeps)
Shadows seeping / weeping back reflections
measured passion, hand-to-hand passion
tears upon cherished faces, lantern of white rice
which face fully morning singing birds glides
as Souls, through windy tongues
In everything I return in side my heart
Suspending the feet upon toes of my marble
Sweeping breath turning love's headlights
raising hands with love
As from the very last house of my mouth.
Disgust was the moon with melan choly
speaks lost dreams ~~ only dreams we
see while weeping silently at night
:: 0.23.2023 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2023
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