Hallways and Doorways

Hallways…

The hallway is full of shadows

of those who chose a door,

I choose not to choose

and stay with the trace

of those who have gone before.

You may believe you know what lies

behind the doors of the way,

but the golden glow

that beckons you

may lead you faraway.

The passage of time passes slowly here,

I watch and judge as I wait

at the border of life

yet to be lived

in futile resistance to fate.

…and Doorways

An open door frames

possibility.

Face the light

and

pass through.

Feel time brush your face with

loose threads of experience

as you move through its web.

Only one way

but look

over your shoulder

to

glimpse a shadow

of the past.

Domestic Detail in the House of Dreams