Cold, White Door

I stand against

A cold,

White door,

Fulfilling

 

A dream�"

 A destiny

Of sorts.

I ask

 

The man

I call “lover”,

Who are you

Outside

 

This door?

Will you

Stay

Or will

 

The angry

Sunrise goddess

Carry you

Away?

 

Good morning,

I say,

And you are

The same,

 

But not

The same.

You smile.

A secret

 

Hides in

The corner.

I trick

Myself

 

Into thinking

There was

No door.

There is

 

No night.

The goddess

Is mightier

Than I.

 

A trick,

An illusion�"

 A risk

An allusion.

 

The sun rises

Every morning,

But I only

Live

 

At night.