I heard the knock
and knew
your handy movements.
a spark ignited
in my heart
aware your lips would meet mine.
yet, I hesitated
at the door
knowing we could not last
your independence
ruled your life
and my heart would be broken
'tho the ache of our love,
worthy of cosmic stars,
could not be denied
I opened the door
you were there
your lips and mine at the ready
for fulfillment of what might be,
knowing there would be no tomorrows
...each haunted with hollow dreams*
© Jackie (Micke) Jinks, September 2009
Regis
with your moving poem. I read it with admiration and an aching
heart. The Other Side of the Door is a perfect complement to Hollow Dreams. Thank you, thank you. With love, gene.
I wonder what will become of it,dear friend!;-)
Kudo's for this fine poem!
worthy of cosmic stars,
could not be denied
A most powerful thing, indeed.
Take care, Ankin
A beautiful and poignant rendering of a sad yet real notion.
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Mary