My Love Whispers To Me Of Doorknobs

My love whispers to me of doorknobs
Doors to rooms we’ve never seen
Photographs on bedside tables
Faded by ancient suns
Photos showing faces we’ve yet to meet
Places and memories we’ve yet to remember.
Flowers dried in vases from lands far away
Gauze curtains waving gently
In the morning breeze blended with
The quiet plaintive call of lambs as they graze on grass
Yet to grow at farms long since burned down
Or yet to be built.
These I hear in her voice.
In my loves eyes swims time it’s self
Against a raging current coming from nowhere
Grey clouds turn to whisps in a moment
And disappear
Time is a memorial and my love masters it
I hear the world in her voice
And feel safe.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

"Time is a memorial and my love masters it
I hear the world in her voice
And feel safe."

Your title snared me, and I am now hooked! Nice to meet you!

[daninstockholm]

Thank you, Kely, that's very kind of you. I appreciate if very much!