Before my eyes, a mystery looms
A room I see, but not its rooms
I feel its presence, but cannot touch
A mystery room that I can't clutch
Its walls are silent, its floors are bare
I long to enter, but no door is there
I feel a presence, a warm embrace
But how to enter this sacred space?
I try to pry, I try to peek
But nothing works, I cannot seek
A way inside, to see and know
What treasures lay, what secrets show
In my mind, I craft a key
To unlock the door and set me free
A perfect match, it fits just right
And opens up to a wondrous sight
A room of beauty, a room of grace
Filled with light and love and space
A mystery solved, a journey done
A room I cherish, a life begun.
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
®THE ELO’S POETRY
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