The World Had Dropped Away


We stood as in a clearing,
Calling each to each
Our muted forest cries—
Remembrance and desire.

Speaking with eyes only,
We moved around the edges of
Each other's castle wall,
Knowing all the while
The drawbridge soon would fall.

For who could fail to let
The beautiful stranger enter?
Where no harm is meant,
All doors are open to the soul.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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