On one stormy night

On one stormy night My love shall knock at your locked door Pleading, anchoring at your shore On that stormy night. On that stormy night My love will stand aloof, apart, And you will see its wounded heart Pulsating in plight. And you’ll see that night My bleeding wound, all soaked in love, Reciprocated nor requited, Gasping in its plight. And in the morning When you wake, out of cosy bed, My love, all bled and all but dead, You’ll see departing far above. _______________________ Musings |26.01.2025| love, night