Televiso View


Sitting in on the halflight, a peer through evening shade
Shadows fall in on evening, a glass-blown blue mockery
Wake up at sunset, leaving shadows until dawn
Eating berries in plowed farmer's green pastures

In the inside of time, spiraling optics of evil
Opens the venetians, running past the midnight
A dark-brown stand, blocking shades of light
Raises the morning dove, and buries the gold-leaves

To open the heart-door, a firm fist of love
Must settle it bitter toil, and draw a new dawn
Opening lakes of sun, and seas of fire
Like great throwing stones, dropping pebbles into rain

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem