| She stands in the doorway of light and echoes my dreams with her smile. And behind a soft blush the enigma that guards the entrance with denial. Everyday I awake with your picture burned on the lids of my eyes. My little heart races to think that you might never listen when it cries. To stand in this doorway with you, vindicated of all of our crimes. I touch your face, you look down and say, I always flinch at these times. What to you ask of Athena when she holds in her hands your heart's fate? When I lift you up to your throne in the air, how can I even relate? To stand in this doorway with you, vindicated of all of our crimes. I touch your face, you look down and say, I always flinch at these times. |
| In this doorway |
| by Kevin S. McFadden |