Monday 15 April 2013

THE DAUGHTER'S SECRET


She’s so much closer now
And yet it seems the same as before
I’ve seen her but was unable to speak
About how I can love alone.

The distance is reduced
Yet the wall remains impenetrable
I’ve said it all and have no voice
As I wait frustrated for a sign.

The high is suspended in its upward surge
A daunting perpetuation of yesterday’s woes
I sit balancing on the precipice
Preserved by an ailing hope.

Child of my soul speak to me
Let me know the secret of your heart.

1 comment:

Kay Potts said...

I love the line, "Preserved by an ailing hope." It may sneak into a sculpture title someday.

Beautiful poem. Thank you.