The Secret Trap Door

There’s a door that hides a light.
The light that peaks around the corridor.

The aurous light that slips under the door.
We go in, to discover the haven we built.
The wall that even the cruelest cannot scale.
Leather Bound books with a rolltop desk;
That allows our imagination to carelessly roam.

The fruitless efforts of everyday life don’t matter here.
It’s always nighttime, where the soft glow of a lamp holds you,
While your tears are wiped away and no one can visit.

No need to unlock the door, only to make peace with myself.
Only in comfort and being locked in my workshop,
Like a blacksmith, perfecting his creations in the dead of night.