Behind the Door

I open the softness the only way I know.    
With pen to paper, the truth spills out because He asks me for it.
With wordless precision, He, only He, teases from me things I keep safely tucked away.    
   
My innocence, my naivete,  
my belief in magic and heroes,    
these trinkets of girlishness long abandoned by necessity,    
for survival,    
tarnished and rusted from neglect, now glimmer and twinkle again under His gaze.    
   
His arms hold the stars in place to shine for a sliver of time upon us.  My heart twirls unrestrained.    
Forgetting the past, unafraid of the future,    
I live for a day as the story's princess.    
   
The guard is dropped.    
He, somehow so gifted, stretches hand into soul,    
meeting me there as one like me.    
Looking, like me, for the twist of life to set the world on fire.    
   
We hold this mystery with a solitary heartbeat hidden from reality until the page is turned and the music fades.    
My eyes shut as memories are savored.    
The heart kneels behind door now closed    
pulling daisy petals until He returns.