Works in progress. A journey through the early stages of my 19th book of poetry...

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Portals of Green

Words are passages
You enter through the doorway
Shadows against the light
Of descending faith...

And now in the forest of trees
The eyes are portals of green...

End with a life that fear interferes
The only stage of life on this stage of dramatics
Where the light of the sun is not the sun
Continuing to love is not a mission...
Though, the love that is lost hangs on long arrows

Everything else you care about hangs in the balance.

Of love that fear interferes;

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