I shouted at the end of the lane
'Come hither', but you don't notice
On account of the blistering rain
You got your bike and drove away.
Dreams merge with my consciousness
I am adrift in the essence of wishes
Secretly stashed in my hope chest
You smell of musk in my heart's nest.
You always tell me that you can't come
Jumping through time, I made you mine
I have wisdom of ages, sword unsheathed
I conquer all obstacles, even myself.
What is mine to give is yours still
Who knows if we can pay life's bills
There will be tomorrows unconquered
but my account is ready, all cleared.
Doris Cornago
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-account-is-ready/
