Still Poem by rose flores rosevoc2

You left without any bells
like a thief in the night

cool silent clouds on the doorstep, and
the fragrance of a baby's breath -

in an evening of my sad eyes.
I believe your cloak covers earth

and space; every corner of my home
and streets. I shouted your name when

doors and gates closed, and I, insanely
alone called the Sacred Heart, 'Lord of

the Resurrection, where are you now? '
And it is still You in all your different names.

It is You -
Forever.