Opened door still guarded
by Ivette As I wander through the clearing, Watching the flowers sway, The meadow, a place for dreamers, Has become my home…my final resting place One key around my neck, a sign of purity; The patience is over, so I pull the key from its place I watch it…soaring through the trees and vines Waiting…watching…for a single soul to catch it. I stand at the entrance to wait… calmly breathing… Guarding my heart and soul, but looking for the one Who will find the key and bring it back to me; Opening the door to a guarded, simple soul. Only in dreams do I see the man… a heart for truth and honor One with eyes that shine like the starry night sky Keeping a smile to guide the lost souls home… So only in my dreams he lies and waits… giving me sweet company. The door is opened, but still quite guarded As I watch and wait for him… I see in the distance No knight, no prince, no ruler or king is he Just a man, but more with the kindest, dearest heart. His image now branded in my heart and mind As