THE NECTAR OF MY LIFE MY MORTAL PARKA Poem by E.P. RoblesA Petal, poised in Twilight's silent hush, Observed beneath the moon's eternal blush, Captures your Kiss - a fleeting, whispered touch, Before it into the Void - must rush. Thy spirit's essence within my soul's embrace, No other entity possesses such fiery grace, Your touch, luminous - upon my life, a trace, Into the Unknown's blaze, I am dispatched in pace. Still, rooted I remain in this quiet Mortal Park, Amongst the Departed - my existence a stark, Striving for the midnight Sun's endless arc, In this spirit Garden, alone - I embark. The Flower, plucked by your capricious hand, Twirling in the somber, charcoal land, The spirit twined with the industrious bee, Siphoning the sweet life's essence - from me. And if I should cast my Seeds - before the Rest, May it be where Daylight finds its noble Crest, For I'm the Spirit, with the Bee in my quest, Stealing all the sweetness - from Life's bequest.
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2 Reviews Added on June 23, 2023 Last Updated on June 23, 2023 AuthorE.P. RoblesSAN ANTONIO, TXAboutI write a lot and I paint a lot. I think just enough that I believe I am a very crazy person at all times. I am very friendly to a fault and find life very very short. I write in bursts with each p.. more..Writing
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