Doors

I take a moment to contemplate. My Heart has many doors.
In the silence of my mind I walk it's corridor.
Door One has cares and weights I wish not to touch today.
Door Two is a meandering road where I could easily lose my way.
Door Three may find a sponge, a mop or a full laundry bin.
But door Four has You and that's the room I choose to get lost in.

(c.a.f 4.13.2010)