Crystal door

Where the air is colder than cold
Frost colors the surroundings white
Reality or imagination are made to be bold
I take imagination and fly it like a kite

I see steps leading to a door
Crystal designs shade it like a cloud covering the sun
Each step I step upon is of a petal tore
I'm drawn closer not afraid nor proud of none

I'm in front of the dimension
What is beyond it I make myself
In shadow or in light I can not mention
My heart will make the choice for my soul wealth

© 2021 Loly Rinn
Photo by Iva Rajović on Unsplash
From a personal anthology of bygone poetry