The Window

Your smile comes to me
in my dreams
Your words,
your sweet smell
lingers in my senses--
Your eyes expressive
as open windows
to your soul
Reeling in relentlessly
but held back
by uncertainty
Hands held tightly
around the truth
Whirling through the air
Spinning through
the atmosphere
of black abyss
Show me the window
and let me
walk through

--MMay 2001


I love poetry for all the stops and starts and contemplation. I love it for the way it makes me think about life, love, family, friends, the past, present and future.
There is more, so if you like I will post. I usually source the poets that know what they are doing.
(wink.)