Homeless

 

we stand in the doorway

of a lingering dream

to reach

a close space of four walls

with a roof overhead

called a room

to shelter us

from a sneering world-

the full moon in the open

with its icy touch is deadly to us-

let all open space be theirs,

the sky, rivers, oceans, mountains and all-

let them eat the moon, stars and the sun

with their everlasting hunger

for more-

this dream of ours

will carry us to our own door

someday-

we carry on weaving

this hope-

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Doorway(s) @ Poets United

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