AT THE THRESHOLD
by Joyce Chandler I stand between,
Two worlds,
Here, and there,
Where my love is.Hoping for a glimpse,
A word,
A feeling that,
He is always,
As near to me,
As I am to him.Patiently,
I wait,
For that moment,
For the door to,
Open,
And with hope,
And love in my heart.I will see him,
Not as he once was,
Or as he was the last time,
I gazed into his eyes.But whole,
Well,
And as I would of given,
My life, for him to be.So I will,
Wait,
Watch.And always,
Stand on that threshold,
To the world,
Of perfection,
And to him.January 15, 2001
Michael