The skeleton key
Alive in me,
Always looking for more
Unlocks the souls door,
Into where thoughts are hid
Just inside my lid,
And where dreams start
At the center of my heart -
Things within, without
That I cannot talk about,
These things within, I want to give
And without, I cannot live,
This thin skeletal key
Goes about, mysteriously unlocking... all of me -
' Common to both (art and science) is the devotion to something beyond
the personal, removed from the arbitrary. ' - Albert Einstein.
Ahhh-so fun to read and read again! Everyone seems to love this, includung me! ! Friend, Constance
I love this poem... You move my soul with your words... Very well done...
A great idea to use the key as a metaphor for unlocking yourself. wonderful poetry.
Your skeleton key sounds like true peace and love... Very nice poem..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and so setting you free! another good one!