Behind the door 
there lie a few buried secrets 
Behind the door 
there lies a portal to the past
encircling with grim allegiance
with fetters of joy and grievance 
Behind the door

I never knew you
before unraveling the pain 
I never knew you 
before weight of silence and tears 
I hear the sound of restless rain 
yearning to open door again
I never knew you

Behind the door 
there lie a few unseen moments 
Behind the door
there lies a world without a sky 
a heart that’s carelessly open 
 perhaps an augural omen 
Behind the door

I never knew you 
before counting most tender sighs 
I never knew you
before listening to soul’s song
‘neath the cold and changing skies 
awakening desire inside
I never knew you

 

“If one were to give an account of all the doors one has closed and opened, of all the 
doors one would like to re-open, one would have to tell the story of one’s entire life.”
― Gaston Bachelard from The Poetics of Space.  

Photo credits: Pezcame.Com

Form: Rondelet

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