Wind Key

Amidst the still hours, a wind key materializes,
it glides upon the silence, lightest, without weight.
Opening a door with no handle or knock.
Invisible doors emerge from the daily breath.
Where time holds captive the voice and lets the dawn creep in.
An air corridor becomes a dwelling for new footsteps.
Threads of light spread across the walls of the hour.
The key spins, whispering secrets to those who listen.
Ordinary things transform into little worlds.
When the day unfolds, only the dustless wind key remains.
Between silence and time, secret paths unfold.
Every breath is a key that dares unlock the unseen.