I can almost see my angel working
his way through so much
dark and fog to me
while I so oddly encumbered
hardly every think of him
anymore but when I do
I feel moved to dance
and throw myself around the room
and cry with joy and thanks
like the momentary rumbling
of the volcano of a love
I thought extinct or sleeping
but I don’t I sit for a minute
and peer down the long hallway
of our lives together
first left then right
first the past then the future
before I cross the threshold
before I return to my little life
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