Beyond The Door

Behind the door within the heart

sleeps the twisted vines and thickets

of what flowers in our thoughts,

those special sanctuaries

we wish were our lives.

 

And when the key is found

to unseal the private paradise,

what withered in the winter

where we knew only bareness

awakens in it vernal beauty.

 

Then eyes so cold and lost

at last see what was hidden

even if it was walled away

beyond anywhere we thought

could be touched.

 

Amid the foliage in that oasis

how the dreamer grows

what is really found

is the essence inside

finally given a chance to bloom.

 

It’s a simple step

so seldom taken,

but always cherished

after discovering

the petals in one’s soul.