Perhaps
There can be moments
When cards
Are silent.
The questions
Just won't come.
And you sit there,
Wondering.
There can be moments
When prayers
Get you somewhere
Too far to remember.
And you sit there
Wondering
If you imagined it.
And then
Something happens
And you open
A door
That leads into
A hallway
With thousand doors.
And you know
That these
Are your dreams.
And you open
Each door
Daring not
To enter.
Until finally
A voice comes
Through the tapestry,
Through the mist,
Through the dancing leaves
And you suddenly
Don't feel lonely any more.
You know the voice.
But you don't know how.
And when it tells you something
You believe it.
‘perhaps you don't need to know.
Perhaps it's just two people
Finding each other?’
And it's lavender,
Earl Grey,
Strong coffee-
With a dash of honey
And late night talks
And blood red cloaks
Of the days gone by.
Blood red.
Crimson
Rose red.
Cardinal.
A whirlwind of hues
Colors and words.
And feeling of home.
Perhaps,
You were right-
It's simply
Two people
Finding each other
In between
Worlds?
I am glad to see poetry getting a bit of a revival on here, have you considered recording it? I was always struck, in times past, how much more powerful hearing the poetry was than reading it.