I see cords around the curtains here, and couches on the carpets. I feel calm.
Even he who hosts this happiness of haven hasn't heard me hold my palm,
To receive the secret safety of the sanctuary, through specially structured doors.
I'm sustained by all the seconds, being socially selected for the cause.
One detector, spanning decades, has been diligent, deciding I'm the deal
For the first, or for the following, should future find that two of us can feel.
I have worked new words of wonder, then gone wading through the old, and found what's wise.
I'm expecting an expression shown with extras will excite each entrant's eyes.
There's unparalleled amounts of new unknowns about to usher in the plane,
Which has known I needed newer nicer nuances, to more than entertain.
There are allies asking me along to answer my afflictions, giving aid;
And permitting me to fill my soul with everything the closed doors once forbade.
I don't know how much I've got, before we hear the final ticking of the clock.
Still I'm blessed that Better-Late-Than-Never's opportunity has come to knock.
My outstanding ornamental indication has at last acquired its chance
To collect an interest in an individual means to pleasantly enhance.
I've been handed halfway handles, with an undertaking made to make one whole;
So the gates will greet me, gathering all the gambits I can grip to gain the goal.
What's revealed (in what's the right appointment time) is rope to help me rise and reach
All the better brighter beauty viewed from buildings which are just beyond the beach.