David Byrne Poet I do not know?

Doors

Doors open, doors close
This is not a love poem
My god your eyes are bright
Footsteps echo in the hallway
Of this hallowed mind
A labyrinth entwined
Falling in this passage
No love talk, no love walk
Doors open, doors close
Walk in time, watch your step
For this is no love poem
I’ll hold your hand, for now  
In time, our steps will differ
Through these passages
And different doors will open
And different doors will close
This is not a love poem
I’m writing here tonight
Hallways that will wither
My eyes are open wide

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Connie Marcum Wong August 3, 2010 at 4:40 PM David, a contemplative piece for sure....searching the soul. Sometimes a supportive hand is all that is needed. Realizing the truth has its own rewards.

Andrea Dietrich August 2, 2010 at 9:35 PM Kind of deep this one. Is it the one on YOutube? Luv,andrea

Lynette Chachere August 2, 2010 at 1:08 PM almost secretive. but with an open door, so the words can be written for a new passage. ~Always

C.C Bloomsfield August 2, 2010 at 12:37 AM Ow yes this is not a love poem,sounds like a comfort poem,in hard situations,holding hands in the labyrinth would definitely do,for someone afraid of the dark.Those doors shutting and closing leave one breathless and with one question,are we gonna make it out of these corridors,we all will. .in different directions maybe,but we ll make it through!great work,tmfvs.C.C

Caroline Cécile Delacroix August 1, 2010 at 10:29 PM wonder who opens or closes these doors in your mind? Doors will close and open until you find the path to true love. I feel here your own hesitation, understandably.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 1, 2010 at 10:14 PM Reads like a love poem..David..luv your intro line.. followed by your statement .. this is not a love poem... very expressive in a unique pattern .. still owe u a response on FB but am swamped right now.. understand please..with luv..

Doris Culverhouse August 1, 2010 at 7:51 PM Enjoyed your work...My poem was a joke sort of on the neck surgery. I wrote a poem sort of about you singing would you be offended? I did not put your name in it. The line goes-He is singing Wynette's "Stand by your man"

Poet Destroyer A August 1, 2010 at 7:41 PM good write on love lol jk . . . interesting write,, enjoyed..P.D.