Spectrums

I

Caskets,  chains

cracked  and splintered

lay beneath golden grains. 

A rusted lock guards its soul.

 

II
 

Entre la niebla, una cara

Cae una gota.

Llora el cielo.


III

 

A fleeting glimpse

something past

something missed.


IV

 

Qué buena eres cuando sonríes!

Tu cabello alrededor de tu rostro despeja

la ansiedad entre dos seres.


V

 

Souls in a rampage

in a vacuum vent their rage.

Forlorn  within a bed of lies

truth is lost and patiently dies.


VI

 

A smile between us

lingers and for an instant

all else disappears!.

 

A poem by Hugh A. McPherson

Dallas, TX, November 8^th, 2014