Ritual 6 Poem by Francisco R. Albano

There are times
I pause for your knock
On the door
When sheer silence stands
And the moment passes
I decide my timing
Was simply off
Still I want you to come
I want to hear footfalls
Of your surprise
This is the game of life
I play with death
Where lovers must separate
To own each other
I claim my portion
Where I want you to be
When you must come
Because we are art
Of our creation
Like I hear you now
And celebrate you
With this poem