Beyond the Open Door

Beyond The Open Door She stretches her arms across your abyss, so that she can covertly open your door. She cries as she peeks into your eyes, for you hold onto a grief that does not belong. She promises to baptize you with positivity. Sadly she cannot promise you wholeness. Eternal bliss waits until the end of a journey. Your place is here, within this current heartbeat. Do not fear, you will find deliverance. Tick tock, tick tock, time whispers, as you grasp for sanity. Roots and branches are different and still they are the same. Above and below the grass, they stretch beyond the boundaries of shame. They know there is fresh spring water and a blue sky to claim. Root rot happens if you choose blame. You will burn through obstacles, for you are one who possesses an ancient flame. “Ooh ooh the rain comes, my eternal heartbeat drums, ooh ooh my heartbeat drums!” So she caresses your leaves with fingers and thumbs. She’s thankful to witness one of the blessed ones. She listens to church bells singing in the night. Under your branches she bathes in the moonlight. There above you is a star dotted sky. Together you absorb that pure bright white Thump thump, thump thump. You whisper her name. You are both different and still somehow the same. You live on the thin line side of insane. She feels no shame, no need for blame. Ooh ooh the rain comes, your eternal heartbeat drums. ooh ooh your heartbeat drums. She desires to caress you with her fingers and thumbs. Your branches stretch across that abyss. With your leaves, her lips you kiss. Thankfully she opened you to more. Not a slave to fear anymore. Together uprooted to an ancient shore. Yes transplanted at the edge of paradise, just a few steps beyond that open door! By: Richard Lamoureux