Poetry of thought

The Collector

In the unknown territory
My door stays locked and sealed.
But there you come knocking
The world to show, revealed.

We wander in the sun-filled fields,
So glad to share company
The sun, it falls so urgent
And darkness rises balefully

Your position becomes unknown,
Feels as though you've tricked me.
I lose my breath in fear
I can not get home quickly

The night-scape impedes me,
I can not see my way.
There the moon light shows
The reason not to stay.

I take the small broken thing
A reminder for the future.
I'll place it by the door
For next time you come to offer.

By now my door is covered.
I can not hear you knock.
All those things collected
Remind me not to walk.

I hear you call outside my door,
"Why won't you walk with me?"
The lull and sweetness in your voice.
I want to desperately.

"You walk within the sun." I call,
"A pleasant end for you.
I do not get that ending,
Why should I walk through?"

"This time I'll take you with me."
You promise. I'll try again.
I clear enough to exit,
Our walk we begin.

As always, night appears
And you fade with the sun.
Again left on my own,
A reminder, I gain one.

"A single feared reminder
Will hold me to my place.
I can not leave with the sun
'Til I clear my home, my headspace."

"If patiently you let me,
Until I clean the whole,
I will allow our walks,
But only my garden to stroll."