Sunday, August 12, 2007

First in a Series

Standing here with a key

to unlock a door that will not open

I have entered through others

but always return to this one

this one with its mystery

with its possibility

with its curiosity

with its ability

to hold me enchanted & spellbound

offering a glimpse of a world

no one has known

of an innocence reborn

laying itself vulnerable and bare

while revealing nothing

this one with its promise of nothing

with its restrained longing

with its hesitant tempting

with its constant reaffirming

that the only thing left to want

is that which you cannot have

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great poem! May you unlock many new doors!

11:10 AM, August 12, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Whoa, that's pretty impressive and deep.

11:42 AM, August 12, 2007  

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