Distance

I'm waiting for that door
The one from Howl's Moving Castle
Where you can change what's on the other side
In an instant
Fixing distance with a pinwheel
So when the Dial spins & whirs
Red switches to Green
Black switches to Blue
I can open it up
And there you'll be
The flick of a wrist
A doorknob turned
Like I've folded a map
Paper crumpled underneath
Space compressed between us
I'll greet you with a smile
And a warm hearth