Knocking On Your Heart's Door Poem by Connie Smith aka stargazer

When the wandering poets
wonder about the dreams
of yesterday - who can
say what thoughts will
lie there -
waiting for the mental clay

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Many moods of passion spent
will surely flood their minds
While memories both good
and bad will blend in passing time.

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While fantasy tiptoes across
the chambers of their hearts
echoes of forgotten love
will make the teardrops start.

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All hopes and dreams
once felt - were long
a part of ancient yore.
Be that as it may -
It will one day come
'Knocking On Your Hearts Door.'







© 2011 Connie R. Smith (All Rights Reserved)