Pandora’s Box
Wishing on a distantAmanda Morris Star, A Summerdance of Belief That beats a fragile Rhythm Held tight inside Slender, clenched Hands- Cradling dreams, Your eyes speak I am drowned in Hugo’s child- A novella of your Telling, You appear Again Inside a padlocked Door Inside Portcullis and Palisade. I question my Hand In letting you Enter. Is this what Wishes Are made of? |