early morning <br />how can birds be seen inside this room? <br />how can an agnostic be so definite about <br />the blueness of the skies? <br /> <br />early morning <br />there is no sun here <br />where i have sacrificed so much <br />about writing <br /> <br />and i think of you <br />because i have loved you <br /> <br />such thoughts <br />grow flowers in the fertile fields of my tongue <br />my eyes become suns <br />my ears twin mountains <br />from my palms birds nest and lay their egss <br />in my heart <br />another universe is born <br /> <br />inside this room <br />the door shall not be opened<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-love-that-does-not-die/
