They knocked at the door
but could not enter
my silent world of dreams
where man is but an image
A shadow of my realm.
Daisies bloomed and suns set
-they're still in the cold
Then silently-a tiny crack-
I opened the door
And they peeked in
They knocked again-
undeterred by what they saw
These are the true friends.
Published Spring 1970 issue of the Beachplums literary magazine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem and that last line of 'truth'! Dorothy