The Cedarville Review 2018

28 THE CEDARVILLE REVIEW Poetry by Adrienne Krater THE MIDDLE ONWARD His ashen eyes, plump with days, Lowered to hers, and his heart did Shake, it beckoned her to stay, For such beginnings always slid. Her ruddy cheeks glistened with Memories that could never be, And she wondered at the myth Of ends. That door with no key. He remembered what could have been, Blue dresses caught in raspberry bushes, Constellations bowing towards them, Or her song, as timeless as the thrush’s.