Michael Edwards





She looked forward with new hope.

What did her eyes see?

Was it love?


His face displayed contentment.

Were his dreams answered?

Was it her?


He moved slowly towards her.

Would she reach for him?

Was she there?


The creaking stairs had many treads.

Would they reach the stars?

Were they lit?


The room held the key they sought.

Was the key within?

Did it fit?



  • Goldfinch60

    I hope we will find out tomorrow.

    • Michael Edwards

      Could remain somewhat enigmatic but who knows? Actually I do !

    • Fay Slimm.

      I love the continuation of this romantic story - - good idea Michael - your words have indeed aroused curiosity


      Thanks MICHAEL ~ Creaking stairs & keys ~ Oh yes I remember it well ~ tomorrow will be the denouement (it was ever thus ~ BRIAN ~ Please check my HAIKU ~ Thank B

      • Michael Edwards

        Mmmm yes creakin' stairs - and open windows - ahh memories.

      • willyweed

        great work Michael...

        • Michael Edwards

          Just caught up with all your comments v- thanks so much Willy - great fun.

        • Tony36


          • Michael Edwards

            Cheers Tony - after tomorrow I can start posting something different for a change - mind you this has been quite a bit of fun.

            • Tony36


            • WriteBeLight

              Oh for crying out loud! Ha Ha. Great picture. Does it have something to do with that? That is, your story?

            • MendedFences27

              Thank you for that>>. What room, bedroom, kitchen, living room, or even bathroom? Where is Sherlock when you need him? Following with baited breathe. - Phil A.

            • ron parrish aka wordman

              going to be a book soon,liked it

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