Dusk To Dusk: My Closet Door
...do you think i would not stand by you now when every second of my being is all about our future?... asks poet Michael B Poyntz.
Do visit Michael's Web site www.thatcanadianpoet.com
what answers do you need to quell your curiosity
do you so doubt the truth of our first kiss
have you watched so long that you no longer see me
what secrets did you think i would hide from you
for you alone have undressed me to bare flesh
is it my collection of unpolished shoes
the legacy of footsteps taken to life's other doorways
that troubles you so
do you think i would not stand by you now
when every second of my being is all about our future
what puzzles to life's mysteries
will be answered by the echo of silent voices
held within pages of dusty photograph albums
aged moments haunt you as if they were immortal
mirror snapshots of strangers smiling for strangers
images created in a world requiring its own reflection
is it my hat boxes with no labels holding silent accords
that you so desperately need to renounce out loud
i recall moments when your gentle movement inside of me
was the only sound needed to tell the world we were one
were you looking for a suitcase packed with excuses
a ticketless boarding pass for a blameless departure
do you fear sunrise without my dreams to protect you
sunset with no one to believe in
no one to hold you
we have crossed the world's longitudes and latitudes
Rio to Monterrey...Brisbane to Berlin
we have known love dusk to dawn....
again and again
what i have shared with you
i have shared with no one else... no one
listen to me ..hear me ...
this is the voice of your destiny
Irish
