That Door

                                     That door, your blockade


There your enforcement was made

It symbolizes what you're love for me is
 
Now done and gone!

That  something here, has gone so terribly wrong

True friendship petrified, true love was it a Lie?

Something has come between us

You and I 

A true love that could have never die

It has grown cold and old before my very weary eyes

My dear heart why?

Try to remember  the summer rains

Or at least forget and forgive these pains

The stomping of these grapes, which in time would have became our wine

This wrath that you carry, is it worth all this worry or are these pigs truly swine?

Your loneliness? Your emptiness, are you fine?

Eight years have since past, why does this hurt inside of us last?

This itching for our loss and the time lost, it has caused such an imposition

What is it that we are missing? Is it just an indecision?

These hinges upon this door, should have rusted shut!
 
 But,yet still they squeak, will we not seek?

They freely swing time and time again

These planks within, they have even thicken

A door made from solid ice, and silent lips

Our Love simply dismissed

Walking by these planks; they have finalized the sinking

of

This sailor and his ship

                 by
Sinbad the Sailor Man