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.