Doorless Key

These letters are want the days
That I’ll remember few,
When we galloped fields of sage
And valleys of featherfew.

There you hummed a poets lines,
When of sage rose grape vines;
And threaded the night a gown
With lamp lights that littered town.

I couldn’t as a stranger pass
As you dressed a virgin land,
A language braided of the past
With a homeless heart and handless hand.

So  your hills I braved
When you unearthed to me,
As we with night behaved,
Where you conceived a doorless key.

 

 

 

The Adult and Child

Your inner child speaks to me
From a time we’ll never know,
From a far away moment
Let from a God’s stolen bow.
“…Collapse with me
Beyond films of certainty.
There is nothing to forget,
Oh the moments not yet met!”
—
“Let us go where we haven’t been,
Somewhere not alone.
And far is a lovely place.

…a place between far and home.”