Published on August 3, 2007 By Death_By_Beebles In Poetry
the world a door to unkown
hangs on
an emotional hinge
on the songs of lovers it
swings
forward and back
a pendulum of time
on the voices of mothers
it opens (and closes)
keeping safe, letting go

we dance on the panels
swing to and fro in the kisses of the sun
race down the molding
roads, highways,
rivers, causeways
and into bliss and open arms
we look into futures of sleepless nights
and beautiful dreams
through windows of hopes desire
we find ourselves
through the world, the doorway
a pair
of door openers

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