Poem by Marc Aupiais
Doors, so simple,
So complex!
I watch you live my dreams,
So almost exact,
Even my wildest fantasies?
But not with me!
Doors so big, I cannot enter,
Mayn't enter, oughtn't be allowed to enter,
But those lesser than I, enter with ease!
Doors! To parts of my soul!
I wish were closed!
But visitors enter these parts,
These dark woods!
Rightly so~
And though I opened them,
For but one!
This opening of my gates, hopes, and doors!
Only one, oughtn't be there!
It's none!
Doors,
Open upon the worlds;
And our dreams unfold within these!
And alone I upon this soul- building site - eye-site-might,
Or with company- yet still alone!
Doors open upon me,
Doors open upon me,
Doors open upon me,
As I fall back!
To look, I beg,
For quiet,
Sanctuary!
Where no doors reach me,
And no man breathes!
Doors,
Funny things .. !
They open upon our souls,
Our most private thoughts!
Oblivious to our world,
Doors!
Yet I wish somehow to share,
My wisdom,
My hurts!
And as icy winds enter in,
I open the door,
I open the door,
I open the door,
'Til our ends do come~
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