The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior


The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior

Sunday, May 04, 2014

Gold and Rose

Gold and Rose the evening sighs
Breathing last spark of the day
Sunflowers bow their solemn heads
In shadows stretched on window screen

Vibrating color washed by thought
Embedding air and flesh
Shimmering in its saturation
Swallowed by the sneaking darkness

Passing through to God's compression
Cast as stars on Prussian Blue
Comes the filling light again
Washing over as a river

River of the Ghost


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