Green Door Speaks
the green door speaks,
the hinges squeak,
candle large of yellow streaks,
of black smoke oil of dreams,
do enter there, my beauty rare,
to see me enter yeah,
the rough hewed table seems,
to resurrect the scene,
and love is in between,
the table and the chairs,
a shelter so serene...
Don
This Green door place is inner space,
A darkened room of dreams,
A place an state to meditate ,
To focus mind, to see,
Be in another time an place,
Where thoughts an dreams can be,
A mental time surreal in space,
Across the mystic sea
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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