Keys to Imagination

One night all alone
I dreamed of a door.
Of rich, cherry wood
From ceiling to floor.

The door knob was of shining silver
Embedded with diamonds so bright
They made the room glow so
That they could light a thousand nights.

Then I noticed a sparkle
Coming from the keyhole
I heard a woman's voice
And she spoke to my innermost soul.

"Oh, sweet child
Filled with tender love.
Behind this door are things
So far above."

"Behind it are treasures you wouldn't believe
And places waiting to be explored.
Sunshine so bright it glitters like gold
So much to do you would never be bored!"

"What is that place?" I voiced
Hoping for a reply.
"It is Imagination," she said
And withdrew a small sigh.

"But to enter, my darling
You must first find the key."
She said as she materialized
Right there in front of me.

She was a beautiful person
With long, red hair and lovely green eyes.
She had milky, white skin
And a dress made of the skies.

"How will I find this key?" I asked her.
She said, "You'll know when you find it.
And do not despair.
I know you'll be rewarded
And I'll see you back there."

"Always remember the keys to imagination
Are treasures worth seeking for
Once it's in your possession
You will search nevermore."

"For you will have the greatest gift
A human mind can take.
The gift of imagination.
The gift to create."