A Teacup Full of Stories

There is a place I know,

A long, long way from here,

Around which silver roses grow

On walls so high that they disappear; there

Once was a door there,

Once upon  a time,

Before the vines and ivy grew

And smothered its design;

And inside of this sanctum

Was a grove of many things;

Of secrets, lies, and dreams long gone,

Lost on silver wings;

And they say that if you find it,

And uncover there the key,

You’ll understand the reasons why

Things are meant to be.