Poems, essays, and other writings by eric bleys

When all the White Flowers Turn Red

When all the white flowers turn red

With just a flash in the brilliant sun

The world is ever new

From just my look upon those eyes within. 


A fresh heart can never feel the same

Just as life itself can never cease in living

And dying is never death if life were not there before

So fresh is my heart in you. 


And let the sun ever know my love

In showers of the morning rain

With my voice in the wild

For now is my ocean of midnight clear.  



The Measures of Time

For all that could have been