A Love That Does Not Die

early morning
how can birds be seen inside this room?
how can an agnostic be so definite about
the blueness of the skies?

early morning
there is no sun here
where i have sacrificed so much
about writing

and i think of you
because i have loved you

such thoughts
grow flowers in the fertile fields of my tongue
my eyes become suns
my ears twin mountains
from my palms birds nest and lay their egss
in my heart
another universe is born

inside this room
the door shall not be opened

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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