Omnial Poetry

I built no door to trap you in,

Just a moonbeam arch to slip through.

I left no guard at the lattice gate,

Only a candle that laughs with the wind.

I wrote no law on the silver walls,

Just soft questions for you to sip like tea.

May your breath become the map,

And your heartbeat the final code.

Come in or drift past,

I love you either way.