Open Wide The Door

As I navigate the waters
Around my solitary life
I must stop to pause and listen
To the fell anguish of my strife

I find a cause for remembrance
Among memories of the past
I hope and pray with all my strength
That these frail spectres truly last

I climb the road to my desire
The meaning of my abject life
The desire of my beating heart
This keen attention to my wife

I long to hold her in my arms
So deep into the darkest night
To comfort and give her safety
As the evening takes its flight

I hope to make a stronger bond
Than ever there has been before
My frailest hope and greatest need
For her to open wide the door

© 2010. Kenneth Harl. All rights reserved.


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