The portal that rubs her deepest thoughts,
secret desires and fantasies
she lies on her bed, staring at the wall,
wanting more, wanting him
her head is clouded trying to remember what was said
what was done
the gap is widening,
the look of the bottomless abyss grows, she sinks
a tempest of emotions cradle of raw explosive nature,
at a distance she sees
at a distance she cries,
her blood boils, her thoughts run through her body
as she is walking this life alone, her past haunts her,
waiting and wanting what she cannot have.

She lay comatose of the vision she saw today,
with eyes shut, a vision from
the past, although she does not get out much,
she sits alone, translucent of her colors,
black and white and shades of grey.
The clock keeps ticking, a past
endeavor waits to be awaken,
countless moments of love loss, where words were never spoken.
With a cry for the fallen, a voice of wonder is upon her,
wondering was he really real.

Should this go on, or should it end?
The black rays of the sun sink deep in her soul,
in the improbability of reality.
Turning the outer layer of skin to a dark sensuality,
as the second layer boils and seethes of pain that rise to her fate,
as she tries to move on. She waits in vain, hoping he will wait for her.

As the Portals of Rain flows so deep,
she dreams of the summer rain, flushing her sins away.
When the silvery moon beams on her hair and love once again
will flow around her like sweet silver rain, just one more time,
as she waits in the Portals of Time.

Debbie Brooks 2014