Every person is a half-open door / leading to a room for everyone. —Tomas Tranströmer

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This is a place where a door might be
here where I am standing
In the light outside all the walls

there would be a shadow here
all day long
and a door into it
where now there is me
and somebody would come and knock
on this air
long after I have gone
and there in front of me a life
would open


—W. S. Merwin

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I like darkness and confusion and absurdity, but I like to know that there could be a little door that you could go out into a safe life area of happiness. 

—David Lynch

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Tie your heart at night to mine, Love,
and we will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves. 

Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement, to the grip on life that beats in your breast, with the wings of a submerged swan, 

So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.


—Pablo Neruda

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