The gallery is open,
But not wide...
Release the gate,
Enter the frame,
You'll feel secure inside...
The rain has stopped,
It isn't pouring any more.
You're getting old and dry...
Still thinking of the outside?
Tread onto my threshold
And stay...
You couldn't be seen here
Anyway...
Like a spy, camouflaged
Under the several coats of paint,
You wouldn't cry!
In need of constant humidity
And the right temperature,
You won't feel insecure...
Rest for now,
The lights have been switched off...
They will check tomorrow
If your card is here...
© Mihaela Marilena Chitac, 2006
