Another Friday, another poem. Not sure how long this run will (or should) last. Today's poem is new. The photo was taken up Lossiemouth's Covesea lighthouse in July this year. I like windows.
Gapping
Sister, I never knew you,
Not your stories or your places.
I barely knew your name.
There are waves between us.
Extreme mysteries.
Lifetimes.
I try to read your eyes,
Open gates, make roads,
Unfold a future.
RF 2016
2 comments:
Open gates, make roads,
Unfold a future....
Yes! I'm a closed gate kind of a person - good luck to the kind soul who perseveres through the locks!
Oh well, there's at least one soul behind the gate with you! x
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