Diomar Guzman


Anglican Doorway - Poem by Diomar Guzman

The hallway was lit by the iron chandeliers
hanging about in every distant shadows.
I walked there facing a corner of an altar
each steps I made lead to an endless path
from afar I've seen a silhouette vanished
in that archway the subtlety image forms
taking me apart from my deep conscience
apart from the things I've always known.

Never in my life I've ever felt this fear
til you came to my senses then disappeared
I wanted to see you again, maybe once more
to ask of you of these greatest unknowns:
do you have a voice, could you say my name?
can I look at your eyes and touch your face...
A moment you stood there left your presence
each minutes passes makes harder to avoid.

What is it that you're made of, so fragile
but by the time you're fading in my eyes
I realize it was then a moment ago...
Left with nothing to feel I begin to stumble
praying with each day a chance for vision
opted to run, chase back the taste of memory
the sweetness of air breezing in that doorway
venting outside the Anglican passage.

Then I lifted my eyes to the arched ceilings
asking the heavens to bring back the scene.
There's so much I missed so few to let go
But after this seeing you I want you to know
I wanted you to stop me, take my hand
trouble me and break every plans I made
for if in sweet honesty I would speak...
I would never want to leave.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012



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