Poetry On The Way
Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read

When summer’s past
Will my doubts subside
With every passing
Look into your eyes?
Can this love just now
Birth amid days of light
Withstand the outburst
Of frost after fall of night
That always leaves
A chill inside my bones?
That even in the sunshine
I will remain cold.
Was the fluttering sensation
Merely a heart defect
Which will get corrected
Whenever the firewood
Lends itself to someone else
To be stoked within the fireplace
Over and over again
And my chimney will erupt?
What I really want to know
At the beginning of this day
As I start to read
In between the lines:
Were these words of love
A portion of a written masterpiece
That signals my heart to stay
Or just a summer’s breeze
Another “Poetry on the Way”?