The Door and The Windows
what i shall bring you is a door
of colored glass
behind it is profuse light
the one at 10 o'clock
what i have in my hand is the warmth
i borrowed it from the sun
what i cannot say is not what i am hiding
what i give you is a camouflage
if you listen closely and if you close your eyes
what my hand just gave you is the only truth
if you love me more than enough
you must not mention the need for windows
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
