I Came Late To The Door Of The House Of Varsha Poem by Terence George Craddock

I came late to the door of the house of Varsha
not knowing if the hour glass was full or empty
time had swept me away like silent falling sands

for a year and a half or more I had journeyed
to other places to far places to meet other minds
an afternoon sun was stretching time shadows

upon silent footsteps as I laid a poet's
poetic flowers upon the time still threshold
before an old well carved wooden door

a hand delivered offering laid at a ladies door
a poet's poetic paradise flowers fresh watered
will test hour glass time sands falling suspended


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock