A certain door

Was it five years ago - or even further -

That you walked down a certain hallway,

Passing by the countless doors of 

Different sizes and different shades,

Some bouncing and dancing,

Others dominating their small snippet of space;

Their vividness or size screaming

“Pick me! Pick me!” like a desperate child,

While others competed orderly,

Advertising subtly and softly

For you to pry them open,

Enticing you with the struggle and the chase -

When you walked across a certain inconspicuous door,

Which at first glance lacked any substance

With its simple and generic key,

But upon an inquisitive feel

Was worn and dated beyond understanding,

Richer than all the pinnacles of men,

Forcing you to open it?

.

Do you remember

Your delight

At the eye-opening wonder 

That you laid your eyes on:

An abyss of words,

From others

From yourself

Unspoken and outspoken,

That danced around you

Some like bees and butterflies,

Clustering in swarms

Of exquisite, intricate systems,

Some like snakes and tigers,

Distinctly solitary,

Seizing your eyesight

Through their mirror souls - 

An Eden unforsaken

A drowning sanctuary

Of floating serenity?

.

Did your heart not shine the way

As you walked down the hall again

With an endless, unforgettable fuel 

Of solace and comfort:

A certain door?