There's a door,
a portal to be unveiled.
Uncertain of whats ahead,
One might question where it leads.
Another demenison,
Or a fantasy world.
It requires a key
The one who holds the key,
He shall unlock the door.
Should he uncover the wonders behind
the gateway?
When should he open the passage?
Where does it lead?
It leads to my heart.
He won't use the key?
He hasn't unlocked the door.
Not yet anyway,
Still he keeps the key...
The skeleton key.
copyright c. 2004
ginger sharpe
written in 1998
