the key

Warmed and welcomed,

gently embraced,

flying in my dreams

 easy with grace,

I was surpised

by the picture of a door,

drawn with a white chalk

on the brick wall.

You won't get lost

in the jungle that drawn,

no one'll be eaten,

in deep pit thrown.

I do believe:

this magical door

could be get opened

on the brick wall.

Even though there are

no cracks in the wall yet

day'll come, an hour -

the wall slightly trembled,

voice'll call "come up here

into high sphere."

Door could be opened -

the key - still somewhere...