We live a vestal existence To walk through an endless dim corridor Glasses of wine, The ring of your glass, Circles the conversation, As it matches your finger, Stolen from the mirror that keeps time, I find it hard to tell you, Trying to recall an old passport, The sadness with hopes, Disparage our angels love,…
Tag: coming home
Manifest
Looking like feathers that fell from doves, In the doorway, Your hair soaked from the rain, Eyes peering from beneath, Pools of heartbreak yearning, A pair to dance the waltz of ghosts, Balls of grief in your arms I beckon you in.