Space Odyssey

I. Doors

There is something intriguing about doors

The soft light peeking through its crevice,

a penumbra of whittled air trying to escape

or come in through the cracks.

Mouths half-open singing a silent song.

The creaking sound as it swings from side-to-side.

Reveals a half-lit room

or shuts it in total darkness.

A door can have many faces

of wood, steel, glass,

or even just a piece of cloth.

A door can have many colors

Red as the summer breeze

upon a backdrop of the March sun.

As pale as a full moon

hiding its craters behind stolen light.

A door tells its age with each crease of

wood chipped away by the wind.

Wayward scratch of leaves

a carved hand of mist.

Old paint hidden behind a wreath of flowers.

It never brings to light its true self

just a glint of foreshadowing

half-open, half-closed.

II. Windows

There is something intriguing about windows

The soft light peeking through its crevice,

a penumbra of whittled air trying to escape

or come in through the cracks.

The tinted glass reveals a guarded secret

a closed window hiding from rays of the sun.

Thwarting the touch of the wind

and the silent music of fireflies.

Afraid of the sun and the secrets it uncovers.

An open window that bridges hands,

allows the soft tune of silence to trickle

slowly upon its surface.

Acknowledges the soft light of

stars under the night sky.

One can always paint the incandescent

stars or even the glowing moon upon its surface.

No matter how hard it tries it betrays

itself once opened.

The window to a new world

a space odyssey

unclothed by the eyes of light

fully opened or closed.