Through Doors And Back

Black and white rooms now grayed, Its doors unhinged there laid And webbed by the distant past Unearthed with an eerie whisper, Softly echoing through empty chambers. I go through them when the mind Rests easy in quiet slumber, Like a phantom flowing through Searching for images I knew. Bearing this heavy longing To find someone, something- That could bring back somehow A world so familiar, in my heart I know. I try to walk faster, my steps were too slow, Drained and strained, like a mist I go Grasping at the fading light, now I see To the closing of these doors, .....I hold the key. Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~04.13.15 Artwork: 'Mother and Child' by V.Manansala