(Inspired by Christine Austin Cole’s <br />“Rest your hesitation in my hands <br />Where it might find its home <br />And I’ll set it gently inside these lines <br />So that it won’t be alone”) <br />****************************************************************** <br />Perhaps I’ve never loved <br />Perhaps it has never snowed or <br />Day could wriggle out of the <br />Lingering embrace of night <br /> <br />Perhaps the lines in my palm <br />Have been effaced by tides of hope <br />Or perhaps I never had these <br />hideaways <br /> <br />Perhaps in this room without window <br />Seasons, suns and snow has never <br />seen a door ajar enough <br />To import life <br /> <br />Perhaps the whispered pleasantries of moon <br />Were too soft to reach the clouds <br />Perhaps the indigo shroud <br />Will shield my fate my darkness<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-palm/
