Re: The Imaginary Room....

'Tis a tiny golden key
To a chamber quite unseen....
On a chain next to my heart
I safe keep thus ne'er to part.
If the lock does rust away,
When I check then on the chain
I shall find nought of the key,
Nor the chamber I'd ne'er leave.

There we hide ourselves away
From the hopeless friendless day,
From the misery and strife
That comprises this vain life.
From the proud and hateful throng
That oppresses all life long;
Merciless and cruel and mean,
That spares nought, destroying sweet.

There by the snapping fire bright
Whose warmth cheers and the room lights,
In the mournful melody
The piano murmers sweet...
Fills the room....the music swells....
Our eyes bright with tears do well......
Do we find the solace sought
Or do our tears forever fall?

07OCT10