RSSA Door
Mar 03
A Door
There once was a door
Open it was no more
locked and closed like that
hinged no matter what
The door was closed by fear
uncertainty to whoever came near
but then came a single wanderer
her beauty and radiance brighter
Behind the door a keeper
fragile, unsure, a loner
he cursed the name of fate
heart confused with hate
But seeing such a beautiful exception
a rare, unique creation
that moved him to reconsider
what’s beyond that door would matter
So out from his pocket a key
which no man did ever see
what once he so long hid
under the door it slid
And there lay down the key
the wanderer bent on one knee
for in her hands she bore
The key to open the door
-Johnn (March 3, 2011)