Ghazal of my Desires

More beauty than I could ever think to ask for,
on this one more morning I awaken, at my door.

My desires not yet large enough to hold the poems
of owl’s steady eye, or robin’s song that stirs ajar my heartdoor.

Tender touch of passing cloud lifts me to awareness,
like tiny sighted hands of a racoon sensing what is hiding past her door.

Will love once more, I wonder, surprise me ‘ere I die?
Before my coming-in the door becomes my going-out the door?

Music drifts from galaxies, to pulse belonging in my ears.
I prick and twitch them like a deer’s, seeking the gate, the door.

The link that I desire, the bond that all my longings call –
I lay it at my own, at Susa’s door.

©Susa Silvermarie 2025