Wooden door

I found the crimson door in the yard of an abandoned temple
The intricate carvings of an enigma waiting to be solved
The dusts of an era rest lightly on the surface
The handle is a globe lying within a delicate intertwined design
The eternal blackhole lies below the handle like your belly button
The benevolence, the infinite love
My tears float in the air before it drops on the door
The mystery will rest in the garden of deep secret until the last eclipse of our time.