My Account Is Ready Poem by Doris Cornago

I shouted at the end of the lane

'Come hither', but you don't notice

On account of the blistering rain

You got your bike and drove away.


Dreams merge with my consciousness

I am adrift in the essence of wishes

Secretly stashed in my hope chest

You smell of musk in my heart's nest.


You always tell me that you can't come

Jumping through time, I made you mine

I have wisdom of ages, sword unsheathed

I conquer all obstacles, even myself.


What is mine to give is yours still

Who knows if we can pay life's bills

There will be tomorrows unconquered

but my account is ready, all cleared.