Beyond the door that hangs the latch,
A shining light my eye to catch.
Fading in and out, a haze,
The broken pieces in her eyes,
Emotions puzzled like a maze,
Solem sorries she cries.
Its not her fault, just a moment frozen in time.
Its not her fault yet she apologises, the fault is all mine.
Beyond the door fitted in to wall,
I see the lights of the chandelier,
As people dance a carefree scent fills that hall,
As she sits next to me while people speak of us and how they never doubted we'd reach here.
The cake towers,
As minutes fade to hours.
I look into her eyes, eyes so true,
I look into her eyes and utter, I do.
Beyond the door,
Through my eyes,
A screen's dim light blinds me in the dark,
As my fingers tap the keys I think,
Would I cry?
Would I laugh?
Would I always wonder how?
The door to my past,
The door to my future,
And lastly the door to my now.
The mind is an amazing thing, able to view the past, hope for the future all whole we're surviving in the now.