In the quiet shadows they stand,
Guardians of secrets untold,
Each door a story, a silent command,
To worlds of wonder or memories old.

Wooden frames and iron locks,
Echoes of laughter and tears,
Behind them, time gently rocks,
Holding the weight of years.

Some open to fields of gold,
Others to corridors dim,
Every door a promise bold,
A threshold to the whim.

Step through with courage anew,
Embrace the unknown embrace,
For every door is a view,
To the heart of an endless space.