A door, thought locked forever,
Opens
Up to swirling mists
Options in every direction
west. north. in.
Overwhelming chances-
To fall.

The key, used capriciously by
Your smile, molded with wit
Blinding light, a flood of hope
The blossom of possibilities
Behind a door
Thought locked forever.


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Mayan, in the year 864 AF.