Knock, Knock, Will you open the door?

by Sylvia Bury

Can you see how a pigeon finds its way to the branches?
Gracefully surrenders itself in the name of faith
Let the wind come
Let the wind come

Honour your voice, the one you hear inside
Quiet it is your friend, calm it is your surrounding
Water drops from the corner of my eyes
Happy to find myself here, one final fling

The smile of a rainbow marks the beauty of this land
You said, the waterfall is my gown
Now my eyes show how cool the water is
Come and dive into the deep pond of bygone

A beautiful day, night and day it is again
Close your eyes and you can see me
Be in silence and you can feel me
I’m standing outside, waiting for the new beginning

Disclaimer: This poem was workshopped by the good people at The Writers’ Block. Thanks a million!

P.S. Photo by me from my previous Instagram post