Her dark skin glows in the light,
Her black eyes flash,
Her lips, ruby red.
She stands far, aloof,
So beautiful, so terribly complete,
The stranger by my doorway.
Once I knew her,
This stranger by my doorway.
She was the child who held my hand,
As we splashed across the paddy fields of my childhood.
With her I lived
A million adolescent fantasies.
It was her I ran to,
When later, the world turned cruel.
But now a woman,
The stranger by my doorway,
She frightens me.
She has moved far ahead,
On the path that we once walked together.
I can only see her in the distance,
A silhouette, against a doorway.
A menacing demoness who
Frightens sleep from my eyes.
A dear friend who would not smile at me,
A kind mother who holds me to her breast and weeps
A lover who burns my passion,
The stranger by my doorway.
As I sit at my table writing,
I watch her,
Out of the corner of my eye.
Her long hair loose, her eyes flashing,
Her feet impatient,
Her body blazing in a strange fire.
Does she wait for me?
Or finally severed from me, is she leaving?
I dare not look into those eyes.
She astounds me, yet,
This dream I dreamt as a bright eyed child
and followed since, secretly, cautiously,
A corporeal form that was born from it,
This menacing woman now,
The stranger by my doorway.
This dream I dreamt as a bright eyed child
and followed since, secretly, cautiously,
A corporeal form that was born from it,
This menacing woman now,
The stranger by my doorway.
Could it have been so potent?
The dream that I dreamt ?
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