Through An Amethyst Door

What secrets lie within rustling blooms,

That hide away worlds unseen?

Shrink me down to the base of a stalk,

And lend me a green ivy vine.

That I may climb to yonder waving door,

Up, up, up to reality’s end.

Upon an amethyst porch so I now stand,

Where dusted gold gates lie open.

What lies beyond alone I will know,

As I take a breath and with pebbled feet walk through.

-M.E. InkOwl


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