The Knock

Gathered to self in lonely still,
residing within darkened decor
Way restricted with bindings drawn,
latches bar your thresholds' door

Looking past the inner bounds
failed words reveal a path to soul,
Set adrift on hushed whisper's scene,
into your guarded world I stroll

Vestiges become unhindered sight;
clarity surpasses each subtle shade
Come wakened images before my eyes,
dawning shadows slowly portrayed

Pretenses on a moistened smile,
tears glistening where they fall
Uttered with soft stammered voice,
sighs stumble from behind the wall

Embracing loss in memory's past,
betrayal's faces emerge with night
Haunting dreams held in arms,
mocking love that felt so right

Gathered to self in lonely still,
residing within darkened decor
Release the latch to bindings drawn,
my heart is knocking at your door

© C.E. Vance