In The Quiet Of This Hour Poem by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

In the quiet of this hour—

When the moon’s vanilla’s
My dessert, the sea
Fluffs cotton puffs, candy
I gather of my thoughts,
Place each between the
Pages of my luck and as
I see the wealth of you,
Within the confines of
My aspirations, there
In the breath of me, you’re
At my side, warm and
Gentle, soft and tender
Residing within the mist of
This loveliest of nights.
And so I say goodnight
My flowers, my roses
My inspirations goodnight


©2009 j.a.o.a.

©2009 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga