Poem by Maria Polydouris

DOUBT

The young man you expected

won’t come tonight.

What would you had told him? Why?

Let futility vanish

sever the unfortunate sprout.

Don’t let the endless

cunning desire

fool your heart

a secret sadness flows

over this spring evening.

Yet you don’t listen to advice

enchantment has strong hold on you

he’ll never come tonight

and tomorrow will turn

even more painful.

Absence will shine

light into his darkened  eyes;

with reserved ardor

a secret grief

will kiss his awkward hands

that I shall see spread 

timid in victory

sweet as if they can

the caressing waves that pull me

like a pebble into the depth 

 
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