This Golden Key

This Golden Key

I come to rest in darkness,

except for a glint of gold,

I reach out and grab for it,

and a tiny key I hold.

While I sit there holding it,

the darkness turns to light,

at least I can see where I am

and perhaps sort out my plight.

I’m surrounded by locked boxes,

of every shape and size,

I pick one up and rattle it -

could be that wasn’t wise.

The tiny key begins to glow,

for each lock the perfect fit,

but empty wooden boxes

sure are not the end of it.

This key, it opens anything,

with locks both big and small;

now from me you won’t be safe

if I should come to call.

Forget about the doorways

for they are just one small part,

with this key I’m privy to

those secrets in your heart.