There's a gate with no fence
But it's shut tight and locked
So stand on the outside and wait
my time is a thread cocooning the lock
But the clock has its hand on the gate
In the mist shines a figure
who fiddles and fidgets
with a key that she wears round her neck on a chain
her eyes are the entrance
to thrills I'd forgotten
I release all the moths from my brain
We had spent time together
Disguised as young lovers
That drive each other insane
But it did have its moments
she didn't surrender
Just anger without any pain
Now She beckons me, comforts me
grapples my mind
I'm hither and thither and yon
Make the night last forever
and don't be discouraged
If you find in the morning I'm gone
But where would you go
I asked her at midnight
A time when we askers can't wait
I will just be a moment
She said through her smile
But I have to lock that old gate
I know she remembered
but we suffered in silence
Perhaps we got lost in a shroud
we both could remember
with passion and patience
Our thoughts never spoken aloud
She arrived in the gloman
The very next day
She arrived with a memory trace
when you break me in pieces
It's not your fine poems
It's time that you have to embrace
She flashes me slowly
With things I desire
but I know that I must be too late
it's never tomorrow
but she suggests so sincerely
your poetry just doesn't rate
find me a fence without any gate
Until then you just have to wait
I want a fence without any gate
No comments:
Post a Comment