The Walk Home by Elizabetta

Walking home,
like every night
across the grassy lawn
under the hushed moon
hanging in the midnight sky
already dense with
too many things unsaid
I look into your eyes
and I want to take off these
strappy heels and run
barefoot, feet soaked in dew
grab your hand and pull
over to the empty swing
the creeking chains echo
calling for us
but too soon we reach my doorstep
and you say good bye
and turn around
and we hold on to our hearts
for safekeeping
you leave
I close the door
and I feel much too old

Martin Vann (171.75.220.217) -- Sunday, September 28 2003, 05:11 pm

You make even a closing door, feel warm, with love.
Eliaabetta,

Again and again, you touch me, all of us, with your warmth and capturing touhghts. The feelings here, are so very, real, rminds me of some of my high school friends, who I cared so much for, and always felt so cold,yest warm, when we had to "closed the door."

Love your poem,
MartinV

Lady Moon (204.32.64.216) -- Sunday, September 28 2003, 09:57 pm

Indeed, a beauty...
Absolutely Beautiful Elizabetta. I can't believe how heart warming, touching, and romantic this is. I love it! Beautiful, exquisite, soft! Indeed a masterpiece. I literally melted in my chair. Great work!~Lady Moon~

RED DRAGON (210.14.4.46) -- Monday, September 29 2003, 08:22 am

I saw my a scene of my life
Thank you so much for sharing...suddenly the i saw a passing of scene of my life like withered leaves of time rolling on a late autumn afternoon...and the sun finally sinks to the sea...

Pamela (66.38.146.193) -- Friday, October 3 2003, 05:38 am

Freedom
Elizabetta, from this poem I sense that you have freedom written across your heart, etched in your own blood which cannot leave your body unless you make it. The urge to take of those strappy shoes, and run to the swings is so much more then a essence of the moment....it is who you truly are. And never hide it, for this one who makes you feel so young would be honored to know it I'm sure :o)
What a brilliant poem!

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