Look at this door
of ornate marble
and its etched scars
such beautiful scars
beautiful sorrow
of painted breeze
the color of snow
and look at this knocker
of gleaming bronze
and its smooth allure
beckoning to open hearts
and patient souls
captured from midnight
the color of mauve
Won't you stop by?
See this ornate marble door
and its gleaming bronze knocker
Won't you knock, dear?
Perhaps I'll open the door
Maybe that's all I want
To be open.