I walked wounded on ways all the night
I must have seen someone in pain
You possessed my soul in magical mirror
I went in jungle to find my dark heart
I must have lost this darkness in night
While you hide your love in open doors
I bolt it silently to spread the partial gloom
I must have known that it was a foggy noon
I must have spent it – as last – with my spouse
But I happen to reside behind the locked doors

~ B.H