Opened My Door - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
I opened the door,
And took a sneak peak
At this morning's world
What it would bring me.
So I shut the door now,
Walking around in my house,
To challenge my room with an inquiry,
About the state of this world in front of me.
I opened my door wide again,
Watching the sun in it's entry way.
A magic struck start of another day,
Flavoring my moment with the sun's ray.
Which caused me to write lyrics to my song.
A bird kept flying around me,
Reading my happy musical notes,
Chirping them into a birdsong.
My writer's hand kept writing lyrics,
My composer's heart kept writing notes.
My chirpy, airy Muse of the day,
That bird and my Muse,
Had nothing left to lose,
It became our song,
So we then created a World Song.
As I opened the door to my living room,
I lay down on my sofa,
And thought about that bird,
As I heard him chirping our World Song,
In a way that never was.
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