The Storm
With wide mind she went
as most behind a fake door
the insurmountable wakeness
as we sought Mercy
But she to the trees swaying
in the torrential storms
and licked the rain as tears
her victory won
IF i lose you, that
is my fear.
And i sing for Spring,
the bones of my self
ache for rebirth now.
Say it, that we all know
we wish a truth for love
as though without us
that we could never be
these Winds could be
as I hold this tree
I seek, I keep,
forever us free.
:: 09-23-2017 :
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2017
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