RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Sitting close to a forbidden place, able to reach out and touch the entrance to it.
Watching sunlight dance and shimmer through traces of designs upon it's windows.
Twelve rectangular windows, like twelve apostles waiting, standing guard so no one unanticipated can pass through.
Deadbolt standing rigidly on the door, a key hole beckoning to explore labyrinths beyond the entrance.
Wonder, full of curiosity - wanting to see what lies beyond the reach of sight.
Touching softly, tongs of my mind, echoing and reechoing my heart's curious desires.
Feeling gentle urging from within to go exploring, is hard to ignore.
Especially when my mind is being tantalized by curiosity and unknowing.
Walking silently across my mind, figuring out ways to get inside and see the wonder of my imagining.
Sitting close to a forbidden place, able to reach out and touch the entrance to it - yet cannot get beyond the door except in my imagination.
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