I left the key in dream den’s door, For me to see and use no more, For what is told and what is heard, Could no longer be deterred. To lock the key to dream den’s door, Would be to stop the sheltered soul to soar, And what I can only touch upon, Would forever and totally be gone. Though I reach and reach to try again, To grasp my hands around the key, I feel my inspiration leave me, Let go of my ecstasy