The door

I sense the door that lies there front
the threshold up ahead
my path meanders there, with certain step
it knows it it before it's seen

teeters sometimes to this one side
and sometimes to the other
the tremors can remind me
trust it, yes let go

my feet steps on colors
my air I breathe with songs
companions birds and voices
my soul feels and dances to them
grows
feels
is
true

the hurry peeks in sometimes
and what-if's some times more
light and music softly remind me
there is no after nor before

these steps you take, they're yours now
these actions are your choice
no experience supersedes your own
no fear lives in trust

trace your path like a swan's neck
or Autumn daring gusts
like the endless waves of water
one can flow with no musts