~ Beyond the Black
Oak Wood Door ~
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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):
1- What Kind of Wanderer
5- Hope-Trip of a Broken Heart
6- The Dirge
7- Beyond the Black Oak Wood Door
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