The Doors Of The Sky

[center:fcffcd0019]The Doors Of The Sky


Can you feel the pulse?, she said
Of the unborn dreams dying in your head

Detached from remorse
We’re settled on this course, she said
Everybody said

Detached from your thoughts, she said
You’re sailing away in your head

Show me the doors of the sky
Take me to the doors of the sky
Take me through the doors of the sky

I said it is on the temple walls
How can you argue with chisel on stone?

Dimly glowing, you should be showing
Some passing thought for the turf you stand on

Out of nowhere crawl the shadows
Out of somewhere come the dreams

Take me through the doors of the sky[/center:fcffcd0019]

 

Yes, I can feel the pulse of my dying dreams but, I refuse to let them die!!

Spectacular as always!!!

Love and kisses!

 

wow, i think is intriguing, i think is haunting, i wish a had an ability to see with more insight, by that i mean that, i believe your poem is bigger and deeper than i can perceive, but maybe not, and i am wishing it was , but i like it, lots!