Seal I kneel and knock at a door. A door has no keyhole but a seal. Answers a song by the soul I adore. Your arms lifted my soul, sings her heavenly appeal, Now, I summon them to lift yourself even more. I kneel and knock at a window. A window has no glass but stainless steel. In the steel mirror I see us cuddle on a rainbow. Tender and sweet are your fingers, I feel. Yet the sun chills me in your shadow. I kneel and knock at a stone roof. A roof is nothing but stone-cold aloof. I wish merry memories would be sealed, Because the pain will never be healed. |