Open Hands [liz]
I fight the urge to close my fist
And pull you to my way
Not in time, but now I want
Forever to start today
Let my fingers lose the fight
Open like a flower
Sun reflects the beauty of its color
Wind is freedom’s mover
With tight fists my eyes squint shut
My vision most impaired
I lose sight of my surroundings
Even you are not so clear
Could I hold you in one place,
Even if I tried?
Life is changing; life is moving
We are better for each step
There was a time I waited without sleep
For your touch to find my heart
But now I must let lovers be
As being is apart
I tell my hand it’s never over
And slowly show my palm
Gone from here, but there we see
Liberty rests in open space
"Liberty rests in open space."
ReplyDeleteWell spoken!
I love the second stanza where your fingers lose and wind is freedom's mover. Staying with the image of the fist opening is effective because it represents what happens in a person's heart too. Very nice poem.
ReplyDeletereminds me of the way relationships can be -
ReplyDeletei too, this this is a nice poem.
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ReplyDelete"wind is freedom's mover"
I really liked this ... beautiful thoughts on open-handed love.
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