The soft whisper of the wind
Echoing through the cavern
The air is warm
Tropical
I breathe in
The musky scent
Wondering who’s abode
I have stumbled into
As I wander further in
I reach a long winding path
With suspended doors
Reaching into eternity
Colors of deep mahogany
To vivid pinks
And mystic purples.
I reach for the knob
And the door disappears
It was a brilliant turquoise in color
Not meant to be
Deeper in I go
Touching the wood with fingertips
And each time
it would go up in smoke
finally, I reach the final door
a wonderous hue of deep blue
like the ocean
it opens
I walk forward
And land
In a lake
With the sun glimmering on the water
Casting reflections
And the faint laughter of children wafting from the shore
My toes barely touching round rocks
I swim to shore.
I swim to shore.
I swim to shore.