As the sound of the door opened
My head shifted to the side
And a piano played it’s keys
Like the steps to a museum
Going deep underground
Into the bellows of a sanctity
Found only in the vicissitude
Of a successful dynamic leading
To the bloodline of the heart
In an ancient tomb curled up
At the base of your artifact
A cool breeze whispered through
As the sound of the door opened
And a butterfly came through
There was a message
Something about where to meet you
I can’t remember now but
It wasn’t considered the most
Important thing to recall
For I am sure to find my footing again
When I wrap my way back
To the place where I began
There would be two friends
Holding each hand and a memory
Hanging like a pendulum
Above me distant and overhead
Swinging with the wind
As the sound of the door opened
And I saw your face again
Like the water streaming over
Glass and eyelashes smeared
Against the wet with just
Two small beats occurring
Every other second as a heart
Might beat again in the sonogram
Of a sun and the whipping
Of the wind as the door opened
To the miracle of seeing you again
© GÄ
Poétique 