Doors Open Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Whispered prayers travel by sunlight
Moonlight on swirling leaves of fall
New England villages with lighthouses
Meadows virgin with pure red sumac
Nestled in quilts of ancient winds
Ghost eyes peer from forests of time
Light a fire and sit with your coffee
Replete in golden reds of autumns love

Mariners on ships that never return
Names written on brave walls
Moods with planets from other galaxies

Every idea is a doorway of old future
Dimensions of silver meaning sigh
The past creeks down rustic hallways
Chill in the air yet the sun is bright
Ambivalence where emotion has crossroads
Waiting for your appearance in patient night
Wanting love but doubting the complications
Biography and self-introspection
We all carry around so much weight
I seek to be light as Tolkien’s elves

Castle dungeons torture my soul
Closed in a world without stars
Protected but alone
You have come with your lantern
The steel doors open