I braced myself across your threshold.
Those questioning eyes
I wasn't prepared for.
My words I minced.
The day, not so bright
You appeared before my clouded sight.
I remember was crooked.
Transfixed, I caught myself all hooked.
Words that formed the stairway out of doom
climbed out the soul that knew none but gloom.
Courted by the stars, the sky unattainably high
the earth could just give out a heavy sigh.
Out a mad woman paced
Switching streets, half dazed.
Sanity pleaded with folded hands
You drifted away as though you were grains of sand.
And once again braving winds
and soaking rain.
At your doorstep,
Unsure of the grounds
Among the crowd of those
pretty known faces,
That glimmer of recognition
into those questioning eyes
is all my heart desires.