upon this,
poem
of infinite blue and recovering darkness,
of shadows and wavering spotlights,
lay dreams and the foreseen
weight of voices
of mystery and blindfolded prayers
of hidden words and twisted meaning
of last acts and forgotten wishes
deriving, perception
and here,
within this,
a poem
of gardens and thorns
of rain and patience
a window and a tree
a cloud and home
and now,
somewhere
a bird carries a twig
as the snow relents to the sun and earth
a river to the sea
flowing
here,
within my soul
your song
a melody
in the curve of your heart
upon the palm of my hand
gently
I breathe
I love
Copyright © 2015 Robin Christopher Amaral