there is a door that opens to sheer light

and even when closed through the curtains you can see the outside

there is a door occasionally opened

but when does open blossoms fill the mind

there is a door and a viewer behind it

he doesn't know he's there but rather a window by the door's side

a company for solitude, a friend for the dark times

doesn't let you down even if you ask him to

and no matter the distance, won't leave you behind

there's a key to that door. it's lost, not to be found

and there's a miserable poet playing with the words that are not

there's a child playing with the snow lying on the ground

maybe he will find a key which wouldn't go with any locks he knows

but maybe someday somewhere this key will open doors to come

a door which i know opens to sheer light....

this is the new poem i wrote, love it!!