It's only a door ,
After another long port
What she needs to get to that unconscious ...
Sitting with a book in hand
Wandering thoughts
and seeing the rain pass
Each drop is like a sharp blade
Every noise is a handcuff
And his wings in abundance
Hoping for the best time to leave
to the world which still never met...
It's just another door to go through
She did not need anything else
Wandering above the Light
and dodging beings of darkness
Empty, suffered and desperate
Like all those lost souls around....
He is still sitting
His cold hands and the temperature is lowered outside
It is almost midnight and he lacks sleep
all he wants is another cup of tea
and deep , distant and intense thoughts forever
But the door does not open!
In the face of despair and gloom
Only she has the key to that escape
Only she has the key to the wings that needs fly
so high...
"Never seen such beautiful figure" - she said
So much beauty in one being , space, time or spirit
Housed in this new present of life
With hands in prayer , searching peace,
Chilled by the temperature falling outside...
The door opened, then
And the eternity began...
Eyes met pale gloom eyes
And he smiled at that Light
On top of the highest mountain of the North
And she relieved without shoes, said:
"Hello..."
(Joyce Martins)
