I Walked Into A Dream
The doors were once shadows
and the windows– buried in dust.
I used to think that the rooms
whispered into my head the rules of beauty.
I remember the time I walked into a dream,
antique and creaky, strong locks gone weak.
Door after door, all open freely.
I walked into a dream where murders were
pleasured and smiles– tortured.
I walked into a time where the hour was
frozen and bodies– floor fallen.
The mirror was reflective, shiny, new
and the walls were bright– like the sun in the
sky blessing the clouds an endless flight.
I now think this one room screamed
happiness into my soul and beauty to my sight.
I am exploring the nature that hasn’t
been open to public in such a long time
but the counter is chrome and the table is still.
There are still many doors to push, pull and turn.
I walked into a dream that I’ve awaited forever
where tears are not welcome and hearts– at home.
I walked into a time where the hour was fresh
and the emotions continue every minute.
I walked into a dream where my memories were framed
and mistakes forgiven, and found a man named Love.
© 2013 Melody
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