I
Caskets, chains
cracked and
splintered
lay beneath golden grains.
A rusted lock guards its soul.
Entre la niebla,
una cara
Cae una gota.
Llora el cielo.
III
III
A fleeting
glimpse
something past
something missed.
IV
IV
Qué buena eres cuando sonríes!
Tu cabello
alrededor de tu rostro despeja
la ansiedad entre
dos seres.
V
V
Souls in a rampage
in a vacuum vent their rage.
Forlorn within a bed
of lies
truth is lost and patiently dies.
VI
VI
A smile between us
lingers and for an instant
all else disappears!.
A poem by Hugh A. McPherson
Dallas, TX, November 8th, 2014
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