A Doorway to Darkness

Sprightly eyes of happy innocence now peer
into the windowed gate of fire's domain.
I wonder if my eyes once peered so inquisitively,
once stared with wonder into unlit panes
with hands about my mouth.

He runs to mother asking "What is it?"
"What is this door to darkness?"
She claims she does not understand
as those who think they know stare wildly
at the infant prophet's blasphemy.

When her mind does finally align
her reply is not far from the
misconception's truth,

As the mother tells him
of this enclosed fireplace,
amused by experience's youth.