Open it

Transcendental Sonnet #1143:
Magical Door

for Silke

Embracing the night the moon rises bright
Waxing in waning light I come to write
Taking up my pencil as wand again

Now I shall undertake to make you smile
Creating castles of flame in the air
Singing of passion of power and of pain

Showing you wonders and taking you where
It will not hurt you to live anymore
Come darling come and dream with me awhile

I draw with my wand a magical door
Open it Silke and come with me there
Where the clouds shall part for a loving heart

And where the moon shines brighter than the sun
To those for whom this web of love is spun



+Steven Curtis Lance

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