Key

 Possibilities collide  
 Against probabilities
 Paradox of night and light  
 Melding all at once, all while   
 Maintaining their individualism    
 Still she comes on like a scent
 Unseen but ever present  
 Unlike the wind or a ghost  
 Over those thousand of miles
 In her secret deliverance
 And like a dew drop- on blade    
 She’s always on the cusp
 Of falling- once again in love
 But she resists at the last second    
 She’s a perfect broken angel
 That has crashed landed
 Beyond the torn fringes of love  
 Looking for an unknown hero   
 To mend her heart’s wings   
 I can feel her, center of my soul  
 Even her tears drown me
 From time to time in silence  
 When she's lost all control   
 And at the edge of our escape  
 She glitters like my last hope  
 Till she leaves me cold and- alone   
 Lost between my lucid dreams  
 And the realm of harsh reality
 Without her, I’ll never be… free  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020   
 
 
 
 
 
 

24 thoughts on “Key

      1. OK. I’ll settle for your whispers. But still, too divine. Every word is like a drop of dew hanging on every dimension of love. I hope I catch all the drops. You are magic, Poet. 🥰

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  1. You know, romantic love isn’t something I usually write about, but you’re beginning to tempt me… but I don’t think I can do it justice.

    “But she resist[s] at the last second”

    “the realm of ha[r]sh reality”

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