Prayer
by
Irina Guschina
(Age: 53)
copyright 12-27-2003
Age Rating: 13 to 127
(Choka)
Doorbell… dear doorbell,
you are silent, so silent.
My heart behind door…
Ring quickly, so I hear you,
doorbell… dear doorbell,
let me know He is close here.
Please, let me know it before
He touches you and I die...
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For some reason I heard an oldies song in the back of my mind when reading this. (Mr. Postman). Silly me, I know. Anticipation... more than a heinz slogan, eh? :-)
Great work about anticipation and longing, Ira!
Reminds me of the old song "It is only the wind, your children are not at the door; the wind, restless wind, nothing more" - only in your poem, I think you were referring to a lover. Great work.