Thought of the month of
November 2003

« My Keys »

Sad days were then!
I had waited 'till the crepuscule but the sun had not come up. Never mind the dreams we shared once and the tails that were spoken on those frail sheets. Never mind the blessings we were awaiting to see at dawn. They are just dreams that belong to the night that passed us by.

Creatures of ruling nature had then appeared without a sound. They'd come from the sea and through the land. I watched them crawl out of the shadows like snakes, slipping through the cracks in the walls. They won't need your smile and they won't need your approval to slip under your soul and rule every single shape of your commands.

But I grew tired of their tease.
I grew older and along the way found some keys!

I found one that lets me float,
And an other to take it slow.
There was one for love and
I found one for hate.
One to know when to wear my gloves,
And one to see what it feels like to have fate.

I found one that opens the door
To a place where I can let go.
Where I can let her love me.
Where it doesn't hurt to be free.
I like this one the best.
But wait to hear the rest.

I found one just the other day
For patience and for a prayer.
Just one prayer going on and on
For all those that are all alone.

An other key was for the possibility door;
The one on the second floor.
If you'd enter you would see
How much deeper we could understand
And how happy we could be.

So now, I come and go as I please in these rooms filled with memories. I like to clear my mind before entering each one of them. If not, one amazing life time experience could be ruined because of an other room's experience.

And so that is how I am leaving this room for an other door. A door where possibilities are grand, where love and patience rule. A room where she resides, where you would forget your glove. That is where she shares her love ...