The Room Without A Door

I found a room that shadows knew, A hush so deep, where nothing grew To hold their hands and not implore— It was the room without a door. No wind could pass the window seam, No morning broke my spell of dreams, And time stood still along the floor, Inside the room without a door. The walls were soft with dusk and rain, They listened well but spoke of pain, Of voices lost and dreams no more— That weep within the room’s décor. Yet still it sang, a distant bell, Of love too strong to guard or quell, A place where sorrow learns to soar— And peace becomes the final lore, Inside the room without a door.