Stars Fall, Doors Open
Spring, summer. Oh come again
Lay wide open the bright new world
then close it up with flowers
if only for one more season
Why not? I have lived long enough to be
sentimental. To be permitted to awaken
in June, rested, ready, alive. Oh come again:
days when the sun lives like a friend and
there is always more. See the door that has
been left open to the house on the path by
the river: yes, there is always more. I remember
it so and I demand that it be returned to me
Though of course, somewhere beyond the sky
a force to be reckoned with clocks in
and reads the notes that were left behind
An eyebrow is raised, a finger is lifted,
which puts into play unimaginable forces
I imagine them anyway. Night falls, stars fall
This is all real now and I know it
Make time stop is not one of the spells
that has been cast upon me but others have
I will open my book now and I
will read them. Stars fall. Doors open
Away, away
from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, March 17, 2016 — by Eleanor Lerman
photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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