In your mind, there is a doorway
Shading your tears with long spoken words
Lucid curtains in the hallway
The doorway is no longer mine.
Mind attracted keyhole
Only glimpse of one journey yet to come
Solitude has no matter
In time, the eyes will show.
The end. And a rose, slow and gentle
As water climbs up through the tree
Your thought returns in a spiral
And cords once bended are free.