An open door separates us

A veil, concealing the dread

Spreads across our faces, protecting

Against winds that blind, they stun

And in the blindness our love remains

But tarnished, the stains of inky pain, of loss

You find the door, but do not cross

The threshold is not significant

I roam through the storm, seeking the hope of morning

You search the gateway of tomorrows everlasting

Christian Garbis © 2007


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