The Door

“Never try to open that door.
Things can never be as they were before.”
Around us was dark but his eyes burned bright
As he leaned down to kiss me goodbye and goodnight.

I knew what lay dormant beyond the threshold,
A place like no other, parallel to our own world
Where spirits roam like wandering winds
And the lines are blurred of love and sin.

It was through the door I passed that day
In the human world I no longer wished to stay.
I’d had enough of the pain, the suffering and wrongs we commit,
So when the chance was given I reached out and took it.

As soon as I entered his hand found mine,
A soft, strong anchor as I passed through space and time.
On the other side, he whispered my name
“How do you know me?” I gasped, senses aflame.

“I’ve known you forever,” said he with a sad smile,
“But it seems circumstances have separated us for a while.”
Again my hand was taken and he led me away
Through the world of mist and magic as the sky swirled dark stormy gray.

His bright eyes grew wide and agitated as he took in the sight
The atmosphere became cold and frigid; I whimpered in fright.
“Something’s gone horribly wrong, you cannot stay long.
I must return you to the human world. It’s where you belong.”

Darkness swirled around us as we streaked through the night
Ghosts and spirits pinpoints of light leading us back to the site.
Anguish twisted his moonlit face as he stared into my eyes,
Then leaned gently down to kiss me for the first and the last time.