THE WIND UPON THE DOOR

Forever signs

That I believe

God made sure

In our lifetime

That I’d be yours

And you’d be mine

Your letter came today

At long last

In the heat of fiery noon

I held it close

Far into the night

Where it grows cold

In spite of the moonlight

A remembered

River-rhythm of light

My heart waits

Alone

In the shadows

While wind beats

Its wild bird wings

Upon a locked door.

The wild bird

Beats against my door

The shining wings a shadow

Become a singing sound:

Dark music

Spilling remembered

Night rhythms

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