there are doors and doors

there are doors and doors, doors on the left side
to discover a little house with blue bedrooms, doors
on the right side to enter a summer garden full
of sentiments, doors in the heart to meet
the perfect girl, doors looking onto dreams to sell
intimate nights to shrinks or escaping thieves of desire,
there are doors and doors everywhere around us
to get in and get out of ivory thoughts, doors
to marry sisters and share prosperity with kids,
doors for sunday’s meals or looking elephants
into past, there are doors and doors to protect
and share suns of smiles behind sunny courtyards,
doors to forget, doors of snow widely opened,
doors of clouds to raise princesses’ dresses, there
are doors in my back, deaf doors divorcing from
present, and finally all these doors are choices
and you never get the same chance in following times
to open or to close them.