And the Door Opened

30 of #100HappyThings

Maybe it’s coincidence

Or perhaps it’s not,

This page of iridescence

Lights up and blinks a lot;

 

A new moon, a new star,

It shines in the night,

Once admired from afar,

Now a knob to hold tight;

 

Maybe they heard a knock,

And in silence, they listened,

A secret unlocked,

And then the door opened.