Secret Door

I heard of a secret passage.
It disappears,doesn’t leave a message.
Only chosen ones can see.

You could find it there and life begins.
It contains all your fears and dreams.
Will you try to enter anyway?

Or does your mind play tricks on you?
One time,the door was red.
It was near a rosy bush.

I went,gave it a push.
But to open,it didn’t rush.
All it took was a drop of blood.

And it opens before our eyes.
Inside I found my childhood dreams.
The door no longer red.

And I feel well fed.
The door is now in pink and blue.
It even had a nostalgic hue.

Another time,the door was black.
I went in and saw my flaws.
Right in front of a magical mirror.

I told myself that it’s just an illusion.
And nobody is perfect.
But where does the yellow door lead?

Will it make me suffer and bleed?
I push it open,it gave me a smile.
And hugged me warmly meanwhile.

It made me calm and made me smile.
in no way I could feel vile.
When the wind holds me close,gently rubbing my back.

Oh wind,are you a savior or villain?
I think the wind is divine.
It truly existed all this time.

And normally,we brush it off.
But I like a slight breeze on a hot summer day.
or as it caresses your face on cold winter days.

The wind sings its song and sways.
In a dance with amazing choreography.
And sometimes,the wind is the most elegant dancer.

She sways,a prancer.
And when skies clear of clouds.
I feel the warm sun on my skin.

And then,a slight breeze.
The wind calms uneasy.
Could you pick me up and lull me into sleep,please?

Hold me close as time plays.
And for once,I will be well rested.
Resting under the dark moonlight.

And I will sleep peacefully tonight.
I shall listen to the wind.
And the words of reassurance will soothe me.