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
The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior
Friday, August 13, 2010
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i`ll write this poem to my girlfriend...
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