Who Are You?

Who are you that treads so softly
Through the chambers of my mind
With fingers soft as wood smoke
Seeking secrets yet to find
You tiptoe through a past long gone
What is it that you seek?
A certain vulnerability
A place where I am weak?
You have a wasted journey
You cannot trespass here
For faith and love has sealed the doors
And I have nothing more to fear
No more seeking retribution
For the pain that you have caused
No more guilt or selfish pity
For the self inflicted flaws
The past is where it now belongs
The future now awaits
With harmony and happiness
Until I stand before the gates
Before you I will bare my soul
My heart and all its grief
Where you may sift and analyse
For it was death that was the thief.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 11:15

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Hagzissa
Excellent rhyming in this one.... *applauds*
2007-03-16


salem
so beautiful text indeed
thanx
2007-01-20


Kathy Lockhart
whisperings of grief and longing travel through these words like the soft wood smoke you have mentioned
2007-01-20