Poetry - By Michael Radford
The Door……..And so, this is the way of it.
You there in the hallway, me crouching in my room.Suffer you not dismay, entrance into my room is forbidden to all.
Consideration for mutual saftey is the weight that bars the door.Your ideas, hanging as coats in a closet there in the great hallway
while mine rest just behind the door upon the icy floor.At the very beginning of time, light filled the room.
The portals have now sealed themselves.I recall entering this room many lifetimes past,
the hallway was brightly lit as though the summer sun did rest therein.
The cold is viscious and cannot be killed here inside this cell.Your thoughts resting there in the sun, mine imprisoned here just inside this door.
Perchance a miracle, the door would swing wide and our intellects collide
as two comets in the night.
A great shower of sparks as our views combine and tumble to the earth.What a fabulous dream
Alas, I awake to discover there was never a door at all.I had simply closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Michael Radford
12-12-06
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