Palace Doors

Far beyond the Palace doors
Across the provincial patchwork
Unto the shore, past the salty sea
And just a bit further more
Lived a young man named Chay

He lived out his days
Quite akin to thine
Sprinkled with pleasures of the sordid kind
A mortal being with a restless mind

Chay feared most his own reflection
But like any other pond
Bending light from a purpling dawn
Ripples doth twist and pervert the most angelic swans

Chay knew this; he was not alone in his quest
So, casting aside his own self doubt
Leaving the candied comforts of home
The old boy planned his route
Not knowing how - or when
It would come about

Chay’s pursuit was resolute
Surely, he would stumble, as many do
The occasional crawl would be necessary too
Nevertheless, across the grand horizon, cerulean blue
Awaited fortunes greater than any imagination could detail

Chay could sense that he was close
He could feel it in his bones
What would await him?
Fame, adoration, or precious stones?
By the grace of universal forces unknown
Our dear boy would soon behold

“What’s this?! From where doth that music play? ” he bellowed
Lush strings, a beautiful arrangement of violin and cello
Pouring out the Palace doors, glowing yellow
Smoothing over the valley floor, landing softly on Chay’s ear

His pace, from a trudge to a fervent run
He galloped through the tall grass, racing a setting Sun
Oh, but the splendor that lie ahead, could not be matched by anyone

The bridge lowered as Chay approached
The Palace doors open wide as he draweth nigh
Chay took 3 steps in and couldn’t believe his eyes
He’d seen this place before, had heard the chattering of the same magpies
In a dream, a distant dream, as hazy as the twilight

Chay felt at home again, a peace behind the stone walls
A peace of mind, within his mind, he’d never once recalled
Our dear Chay could finally say, he had the wherewithal
To never stop loving, to always give his all