There’s a gap
Under the door
There’s a point
To its detection
More than a space
For the thrower
Time to anoint
A true reflection
There’s a light
On the hinge
With a reason
For further inspection
More than a beauty
With strength to singe
In this the season
Of faint intention
There’s a shadow
Of window’s lead
There’s a flower
To the true deception
More than a morning
Of bower to tread
There’s the power
Of words with correction
