shall be bells dancing
in a graceful melody of rhyme
at my doors wide ajar
to let you come in
over the high thresholds
over the lying fears
over the shadows past
what are you bringing
in your arms
strong and kind
is it the three orange continents
travelled across  the many seas
and winds triumphant
is it cloves and cinnamon sweet
on your lips hot as
tucked into an unspoken
memory of a silent film
is my dream
with you in

About elizadavies

Being a human is an awesome thing. Being able to name the awesomness of it all - sends my mind veering dangerously and beautifully ... Naming the Invisible is my life long challenge ... words which live, describe life and eventually impart life ...
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