the closed door

experience tells us when to close them and so we do

in the dream you ask me

to tour the antique shop

to sneeze in the dust

to hold the old objects and

things I felt, once again at arms's length

 

I've been in this museum before

and have no taste for history

not one scene of the past

makes me wonder

what kind of ghost I'd make

if time asked sand

to relive ancient dreams

 

my heart has finally found its love

the game

is just another ruse

reprise recalls

some past revenge

your need and ache

I can't fulfill

 

and what I've learned?

 

that love paints dreams

as stepping stones

that disappear

as secrets unfold

 

love fills every room we enter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[J.P. Bristow]

your work resonates.......like a familiar touch or music from another room. wonderful.

[Gandré]

"that love paints dreams

as stepping stones

that disappear

as secrets unfold" ----------- this was my part of poem. I absolutely loved the way you brought it together. Love is what we live for and what let us live. All you said, makes me think. I loved this too "if time asked sand

to relive ancient dreams".

this is true poetry!

[Michael V]

You gots something good going there my friend, I like the setting you open up with, you should try to keep the physical setting one of the shop. it give an excellent back drop to your theme and as you prgress you can actually use the surrounding you have set-up to move you piece along in the emotional and mmental manner...I like where you started to take me, it was good and unique, but you cut it off to quick. Besides my ramblings, I like your approach to this emotional hurdle...well done!!