Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Key



she wore the locket for thirty years
the golden locket to her heart
the key she had given long ago....

years passed with nothing to fill the locket
she longed for someone from the past
she longed for a piece of him to fill the locket

searching forever, she found him....
so many years separated them, so much time
still her heart longed for him

no matter the age and time passed
her love only blossomed
now in the spring her longing is the greatest

oh come back to me, ti's but yesterday that we made love
but yesterday we held each other close
but yesterday I gave you the key, the key to my soul

5 comments:

brenda said...

and today he's gone...sheesh. fickle love, intense longing. Great piece filled with yearning.
Men, who needs 'em?
(oh yeah, me) :)

flaubert said...

This is full of longing. It is painful and beautiful. I love this part:
"no matter the age and time passed
her love only blossomed
now in the spring her long is the greatest"
Pamela

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you both Brenda and Pamela for reading my poem. I am so behind on everything. All my posts are late



Melanie

Dee Martin said...

maybe late, but lovely and filled with yearning.

Wayne Pitchko said...

nice key Melanie...well done...better to be late than early...especially at a party..keep up the late writing