The Door

June 23, 2015
9:53 pm

The Door

The door
Appeared to be
Disguised
Closed
Slammed
Locked
Chained and Bolted
To the opened
Heart that's exposed
Lying in your hands
Yet
You seal your soul
Behind the closed door
Like captured prey
Hoping
One day
To be free to fly
High with the Autumn leaves
Of fall
Open it
Fear has allowed your
Ideal dreams
With no means
Of preparing you for love
Yes
It's works
Laugher and joy
Arguments and struggles
Are the benefits of love
Imperfect humans
Bonding as one
So they may shine
With the sun
When times seems Dark
Blurred visions color
Your eyes
As you stand at the door
Open the door
Before it's to late
I need you
Unlock the lock
Take off the handle
Release the bolts
Unchain your heart
Love is waiting
For you
At
The door

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker