If I say tomorrow I will be coming home
Will you still hold the door for me
Door for me, have a welcome ceremony for me
Will my keys open doors it entered, before I voyage
Before I bequeath my heart to you, I will see you soon
My sweet heart, soon enough, very soon enough
And if I buy flowers, tulips, will you get a vase
And keep it alive in moist, until I get back
I will be back, I promise very soon
Will you hold the fort
Long enough, just long enough
Until I cross these last paths and make it to you
Will you be there, in 14 days
To receive the flowers I brought
Hear my adventures, and call me a hero
If I say, wait until tomorrow, just tomorrow
Will you still be my light house
For I will be looking out for your lighthouse
From the north sea
Will you still hold the door for me
Door for me, have a welcome ceremony for me
Will my keys open doors it entered, before I voyage
Before I bequeath my heart to you, I will see you soon
My sweet heart, soon enough, very soon enough
And if I buy flowers, tulips, will you get a vase
And keep it alive in moist, until I get back
I will be back, I promise very soon
Will you hold the fort
Long enough, just long enough
Until I cross these last paths and make it to you
Will you be there, in 14 days
To receive the flowers I brought
Hear my adventures, and call me a hero
If I say, wait until tomorrow, just tomorrow
Will you still be my light house
For I will be looking out for your lighthouse
From the north sea
so touching :)
ReplyDeleteThe repetition adds to the urgency of this piece.
ReplyDeleteOh I LOVE this poem, it is my favorite one of yours so far. This is truly beautiful, and moving. Well done!
ReplyDeleteTells a gret story. Nice one KD.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem...So touching...
ReplyDeleteI am quite impressed with your use of repetition here. It's quite something else altogether.
ReplyDeleteKodjo,
ReplyDeleteI can imagine these words, set to some haunting music.
Lovely...
Best wishes, Eileen
I love this; so beautiful! I feel like a lighthouse waiting for my husband, to return from sea~ GREAT JOB~
ReplyDeleteHow touching. Distance always makes the heart fonder, so does the fear of death and separation looming o'er.
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