Swinging gently in the breeze
That's as uncertain as me,
The golden brown leaves descend
Like some unwritten poetry...
Maybe, tomorrow I'll take my share,
Maybe, tomorrow I'll do my part,
I kept putting off finding myself,
And to a slumber went my heart...
Today was the magic word,
Now was the eternal moment
That my soul reached for help
When its milestones pointed to End...
You were the one who hung
The question like God hung the moon
In the night sky, to guide me,
And a way I did find soon...
Look down when you want more,
Dream more when you feel lost,
For dreams alone carry you through
When hope is just a ghost...
Take down the too narrow doors,
Carve out a wider path in
To the rotting spots of your ailing heart;
Let an open heart's magic begin...
- December 11th, 2011
(c) Sana Rose 2011
great poem Sana. Let the magic begin.