A Crack Where A Ray Of Light May Pass Through

a door long closed if you try opening it
rusty and worn makes the squeaking sound
of antiquity slipping through a crack of the
walls that fit too closely with time
its frames too tight for a breaking light

but we must open it this time of need
when words do not wish to be given birth
to a casual utterance in an intimate conversation

i push and you pull and we must move towards
a different direction at least only for a while
you see, some rays of light start to come inside
the boredom and the monotony of the sounds of our
lonely days touching the lines of our palms

this time there are changes on the way things
Aline themselves to a certain harmony
not alienating, some boundaries, a little distance
space, more space, you move and i do not get near you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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