Posts Tagged ‘rhyme’

Open Door

Open the gate
You’ll not be sorry
Worth the wait
The salt and lime
The green ivy seeks to climb

With the rains upon the groves
They grow new vines
Shooting for the moon
That never could be copied
The one and only you

Remember forever
The purposed mime
Turning away searching
For a new place to climb
And off to the wild.

I’ll not love you lesser
I could not bear to find
Another that I wished for
Than the beautiful winding
Sun bound vine

Kelly S Griswold