Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Hearts and Hope

A key floats in a bottle far,to a door not kept open , yet still ajar
waves of hunger collide with fear as the key moves closer
almost near
a beach traveled once sand in toes, is the door still open
or all most closed
 sun catches eye with the glint of hope,desperate drowning
hands reach for rope
white caps slap the beach in time, as hands and arms pull closer
a light, a glimmer a frenzied plea at last the heart has found the key
perhaps to late for me

             T.A.L jr

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