The Door

I dreamt that I was lost in a lush forest

Drifting blindly among ancient trees

Wandering without aim in pensive mood

I saw a massive door made of old wood

The door was plain, no handle was in sight

Ravages of time had left no mark

Next to a wall of stones stood proud and high

In silence it allured the passer-by

Standing spellbound, nursing my own thoughts

A birdlike creature approached me from above

“This door opens to the soul, all day and night”

It screeched with a shrill that gave me fright

I didn’t move, my lips voiced no reply

As that exotic creature passed me by

On the wooden door was fixed my gaze

Standing I remained in the same place

The wooden door’s invite could not resist

 I said yes without my mind’s command

With creaking noise it opened at slow pace

Before I had a chance to touch its face

Flowers and weeds inside were intertwined

Dancing together as the breeze was light

A narrow path that showed absence of wear

Led to a garden tended with great care

I had never seen a garden so divine

Brilliant colours flirting with sun rays

Petals kept on dancing with the breeze

Sweet fragrance was a harbinger of peace

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To touch that beauty was my deep desire

But was repelled by long and piercing thorns

“Beauty cannot be touched, can’t be possessed”

That creature shrilled, “admire and you’ll be blest.”

I turned away as sadness gripped my heart

Moving towards an entrance without light

I ventured in though fear I failed to hide

Not knowing what the darkness hid inside

The darkness seemed alive though had no life

Sap began to drain from my own soul

Loneliness seized my heart and left it bare

My close companion now was deep despair

I ran away and crossed the open door

Trying to push it shut without success

“Closing the door to our soul we’ll fail”

Warned that creature with a shrieking wail

I kept on walking almost in a daze

Then turned around enraptured by that place

The garden was a shadow past the door

Its scent is in my soul for evermore