Inside every outside,
life disrobes unknown windows pushing open bolted doors,
Moving thru deep clutter scattered beneath societal waste,
Where seared within minds shifting atop moss covered catacombs,
We peer.
A time moving,
From one place shrouded in history,
Into moments where everything is unknown.
We encounter,
Deep sills,
Wide thresholds,
Thin Ledges,
And stoops meant for rest.
If weary,
You seem.
Then in life’s tumble,
Unexpected by few,
And down massive walls of inexperience and curiosity,
We awaken.
We awaken to the knowledge,
That past perceptions,
During each and every journey,
Which took one into,
Through,
Or out of,
This place,
Or that moment,
Are settled without invitation,
Upon our entry.
Then gathering gained wisdom,
We push through wide arches and past broken shutters,
Where hearts beat and the mind frantically attempts to make amends,
Arriving unclothed,
To discover uncovered,
A place in which mysteries unknown,
The naked finality beyond life’s next breath.’
A finality in but one moment,
A single movement of a thousand years,
Where life’s latch opens,
Unlocked illusions,
Exposing dreams whichever hidden,
Reveal youthful fantasies,
Once born from within.
To enter and discover in times ancient doorways,
That which we guessed our world would always be,
On its inside,
Beckoning entry to the outside,
Of those many windows and doors,
We’ve seen…….
Johnny my friend you write with strong INK bold with colors yet deep with shadows. You carry us along a dusty hallway where mystery lives behind each door. You are a poet with a deep soul one from ancient times, the time our elders whispered the secrets of life. I absolute love this.
Larry, I’m more than overwhelmed by your comments. You make writing an adventure where thoughts take directions into the unknown. Thank you so very much for your kind words!
Thank you Johnny I really like this one