Open Sesame! Poem by Daniel Ionita

Last night before your door, out in the cold,
My soul ablaze with a chaotic passion
My eyesight I would happily have sold,
For one sweet Open Sesame to fashion.

But even if I’ve offered a whole realm
There was no magic word to conjure out,
And I kept quiet, not to underwhelm;
Afraid to blather humdrum, like some lout.

I must have seemed a puppet with no show,
But then you took my hand, to help me see
The need for words has ended long ago,
It’s deeds you craved, to give away your key.