Double Door

Your words—a light to my embroidered sorrow, Your heart—pumping in me hope for tomorrow Your strength—an ever-shining, unassuming moon, Reflecting a sun that shall rise very soon In daydream despair I will always remember, From suspenseful January, to darkened December That pain etched deeply in my shattered soul, As love slipped so quietly through that double door I have waited long for a chance to express, How much I cherish your showering grace Never once have I not thought of you, And the love you show that blooms our truth You are there as fellow lovers embrace, You cradle me in words I forever trace Never once assuming the worse, Healing what thrives in this bleeding verse Glistening out for all to see, the sun gleams in on high Though weakened, your mere subsistence pulls me to the sky Your heart—a growing exuberance I never can ignore Your words—a guide of gold beyond that double door January 4, 2015