~ Beyond the Black
Oak Wood Door ~
I
once was in a desert feeling so low;
The reason for, I did not know.
Then I looked deep in another there to find,
It wasn't sight that eased the mind.
One
the first level was a kind of white box;
Four
corners square, without a lock.
It
took a good second look to see into;
And
rarely the sight made one blue.
The
second level was most like a tall wall,
Almost
never made known to all.
Always
took effort to see over the top;
But
once there, one didn't stop.
Once
past the wall, level three was easily seen,
Flowing
clearly just like a stream.
Here
I saw the nest of all true desire;
Love
and hate freely perspire.
On
the edge of three, right before level four,
I
saw a big black oak wood door.
It
was strong as steel and without a twin,
Only
opening from within.
Its
strength was made solely by maturity,
Honed
by threats to security.
Only
two or four in a lifetime have come;
Pity
the one to whom came none.
Opened
from within, I saw something unique,
Something
that everyone should seek.
The
journey was hard and did require task,
As
effort for a cold water flask.
Much
more you'll find, deep down into level four,
Beyond the big black oak wood door.
There, one finds something he'll never need to fend;
A true, long lasting, faithful friend.
by M.G. Maness, March 1988
7th poem of 7 in my book PreciousHeart-BrokenHeart
with these and in order of appearance (click & see them):
2- Wasteland
3- Loneliness
4- Lovelorn
5- Hope-Trip of a Broken Heart
6- The Dirge
7- Beyond the Black Oak Wood Door
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