Late Night Thoughts

I Await Before the Door

I await before the door and study closely its wealth
A frame of leaves and vines for its nature
An iridescence shines for the sea
I dare not knock, nor approach
Though, I hold the knob and key
   that I found before the door
As if they were waiting for me
The path had been divine
The twigs would reach but never scratch
Closer and closer they'd grown
Til the path, my frame matched
The trees had rustled the most pleasant chimes
There are no walls in this place
Simply the door and I
And the warmth serenely graced
I sit, and study, and contemplate my spot
For I know, once I pass through the door
   I'll be changed and never more