november 9, 2005
DO NOT KNOCK, BECAUSE THE DOOR WILL BE OPENED
Good morning, because
dawn like my hopes has waited
all night at your door -
Like a soul pregnant with fragrance
of fresh toiled fields
in forgotten, far-off childhood lands
The dawn, with a sparkle in her eye
reflected in the dew on her lip ,
or on the
white rose petals in a distant garden,
has stood at your door ,
afraid to knock, not because
you may not answer, but
because you certainly will.
there is so much peace
in standing at the door when you know
the knock will always be answered.
And those fragments of a dream that lay bleeding
in dingy lanes yesterday,
now form a pattern and a lyric
of love that lost, and of love that,
through losing, won.......