If I say I don’t know why I wrote this poem it is a lie. Well…Tuesday night I was standing outside the hotel smoking and talking withJennifer. After she left I still stood there looking at Jupiter in all its brightness.Then I looked back at the door through which I saw the beautiful Jenniferlooking through the door. That’s all. Mmm. That may raise a lot of questions. Thereality is there are no questions and there are no answers.
A Glow By The Door.
The air around her by the rain wrapped,
By the door she squeezed her back and stood,
Watching the summer rain cooling the land,
Trees, birds and other lives around.
What in her mind she think a wonder remains,
With a smile, her lips and face blossomed,
Lucky are you the drops upon her hands fell,
Uncaring she stood smiling more,
Still raindrops in competition cling on to her.
The dark clouds in silence darkened the air,
Beating the might of the summer sun with a cool breeze,
Thunders stayed back and watched the beauty from far,
Lightings know they are no match for the glow of her youth,
Still she by the light from within glowed.
Is this a passing shot that I see? So close yet so far I feel,
Do I have to scream, beating the tune of the rain?
Will it all take away the smile from her face in sway?
Of her heart in any confusion, I may bring.
Oh’ the confusions in me, does anyone know?
In the thoughts and puzzles, mind and body paused,
There is life here that can bless me with changes unknown,
The liked ones with love for her I will adore,
The disliked ones with love from her in sacrifice I will enjoy.
Sometime life need more than rain and warmth to blossom,
If this seed’s fate is forever to be buried,
Then there are roads to every corner of the world,
For me to walk far, far away continuing,
This vagabond life forever,
With the glow by the door in my mind.
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