Sunday, June 14, 2009

Dearly Departed Sun

from Friday, March 6, 2009

I told you I would follow you
until the path to your heart
became an open womb,
for me to enter, and rest.

You are not near to me
anymore. So I wait,
listen, and together
with the silence, weep.

Overhead, the moon lifts
her skirt, And dances
just like you did, before
our first summer storm.

3 comments:

astera said...

Hey!
You don't know me...but I stumbled across your blog more than a year ago. You are a really talented poet. And it was exciting today to see this blog hasn't been abandoned for good.
Blessings!
Pamela

Jonathan Roberts said...

Hello Pamela!

Wow! what a cool coincidence. I just woke up today and decided to re-awaken this blog. God is so weird! Thank you very much for your encouragement. Good luck in Tokyo!

And stay tuned for updates!

Gelinlik said...

Hi,
I lıke your poems. Why did you stop writing. People needs artists like you.
Keep going.