Underneath....

And now you seek
The uncharted,
That  has greased the hinges
Of my closed doors...
I can hear you knock,
You tug at my knots,
I tremble at the thought
Of unravelling...
And yet, that quiet journey,
Which dances in the tales
Brewing in your eyes,
Entices my fear
To surrender the throne,
That you yearned
To own...
My clouds take heed
Of your cuckoo's cry,
And they know,
The bloom is to arrive....
So I'm groping the depths
Of my darkness again,
Murmuring in hope
That you keep
A look-out...
For I shall slip
That key, underneath...