THE NEXT CORNER (M.A.K.)

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JOURNAL #21

an almost greedy captivation

trails quite silently behind

the fire that tirelessly pelts

my candid thoughts

a prettily pruned precipice

approaches

and its magnetic emotions

lure me to brush myself

most lovingly up against

its complex though oh so

seemingly familiar surface

I sense some ultra necessary

edge is hovering near

change itself own

unmarried occurrence

why, I could even swear that

I faintly feel its beautifully

warm breath upon my ear

as it whispers oh so beseechingly

to me

it says to me

come

see all of which you've sought

as it is so very lovingly now

awaits you

not far now at all from this

depth less place

still

my too often confused natural

trepidation

lingers in me

back just a bit

to park for me my too slow

to idle courage

to the careful curb side of such

moment's blinded wish

as I truly do know

in my heart's own fast beating

pace

that one's simply starting the car

does not constitute any sort of

winning of the actual race

so you see

I need such ideas as

support

guidance

praise

acceptance

choice

space

love

and time

but to them all

love and time take the highest

honors

time now especially so

so to better conceive

a future's view that I can not

even begin to imagine

for me

a life lived well

and full

beyond all my previously faithful

yet age old dreams

writing this

is like trying to paint the majesticness

of the setting sun

on a by far too small and dull canvas

that while unfinished

still

it makes up these unwanted boundaries

in my shimmering soul

all must too be done

with but a child's favorite worn yellow

crayon

but first

a thousand plenty little lessons

must be learned

along the way upon this rutted road

leading to my glorious

meant-to-be

I am but just beginning to rattle all

the doors of Heaven

just now today, you see

a little late yes

perhaps

ah, but I always was

certain that you've been expecting

my eventual arrival

was I correct

knowing this

puts yet another priceless

smile away

in the pocket of my heart

the one that I have always

saved just for my you

as such pocket in me

is very nearly overflowing now

that tells me one thing

that our true beginning is oh so

very near

so come

for our time together

grows even faster dear...........

(Aug. 30, 1999)










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written for M.A.K.

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