I lost my head,
I lost my heart.
I found true love...
in the moonlight.
I lost my equilibrium
trying to hold onto a wish.
I added more time...
and I had a dream,
you kissed me.
Is your light my light?
Or just a beacon flashing
potential for probability?
Who says opportunity doesn't knock twice?
And if it does, do we let it in,
or turn away and close the door?
If we wait too long, the cold North wind
may invite itself in, instead.
© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
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