At four in the morning,
I woke from dreams of you
to your knock at my window.
I opened the door.
You came into my arms.
"And like a fool you let me in,"
you murmured, smiling.
At four in the morning,
your knock at my window
woke me,
woke me
from my long sleep.
*image from google
It's good to be 'awake' at any time. I like this Sherry it has layers of meaning.
ReplyDeleteNow that, Sherry, is an arrow that always finds its mark!
ReplyDeleteWonderful haunting quality to this one Sherry. Leaves so much to the reader's imagination and can go in so many directions.
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http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/06/10/fishing-for-memories/
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ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Let's see now: I can't imagine God saying that nor a goddess--it could be an issue, an animal, a vampire, but I am going to reach for something more delicious . . .
ReplyDeleteA knock, a window that is opened at four in the morning and, oh, from a long sleep. My interpretation of this piece gives me a feeling of spirituality, mi amiga. :-)
ReplyDeleteThis poem works on so many levels, Sherry. i like the fact that you left the identity of the one knocking up to the reader's imagination.
ReplyDeleteHmmmm, there is a mystery here. I have my guess.
ReplyDeleteEarly riser:)
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely!
ReplyDeleteI love the wonder in these words...this is haunting! And I love mysteries ;D
ReplyDeleteBut are you awake? Or is it a dream?
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous Sherry I can envision it romantically which warms my heart or with the image of the dove more comically. Lately birds have been all over me I think they are after my hair for their nests lol
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