To The Door

To the door, one step forward.
The air smells like tangerine and moss.
Where nothing is ugly, we delight.
Memories of cheer glitter like gold.

To the door, an invitation to feast.
The bodies of wonderland enter.
Soft whispers, loud thumping, happy!
Everyone is lost in the so-called revelry.

To the door, it closes tightly.
We secretly share the lights and colors.
Thousand smiles,thousand sighs.
Our heaven is here, perpetually.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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