Be ready,
Homeless man.
But do not fret.
All I ask you is,
Where do you want to go?
Is your life,
But a star in the sky?
Never moving,
Never crossing,
As a lover,
With another.
Are you open?
Are you closed?
Do these gates amuse you?
Will you let emotion in?
The blinded eclipse,
Behind the crimson gated curtains,
Will Soon say goodbye.
Will you see it?
Will you allow another,
Into your tent,
To spend the night?
Or will your eyes
Meet no other sight.
Now, or in your later days.
YOU ARE READING
Abroad
PoetryThe purpose of this poetry book is one of defiance. Not to others, or anything in particular. It is against the war we wage internally, against ourselves every day. There is no bigger challenge in life than facing your thoughts, your true emotions...
