Magic Door
Time is a magic door…
opening to one destination as it closes to
another.
When you wish to go back to where you started,
you open it to a new and strange place.
Sometimes this door will slam you shut into a
prison cell,
releasing you when it feels your sentence
complete.
No place is the same, their similarities
preciously unique.
It may lead you in only to push you back out,
as though it had made a mistake.
When it seems to be in your
it snatches you back, to place you in a
wilderness:
Sometimes
cold, dark and dry – hopeless
and dead.
Yet
other times, the wilderness unbefitting of it’s title:
rich
and moist, bright and warm.
The
breeze that flows in, cool, but never overwhelming –
and
far off in the distance, a field painted with flowers
blooming
in dance to the music calling
all
the rich in heart.
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