THE DOOR
there is a door
nestled betwixt two giants of stone,
near a waterfall that casts moonlit rainbows
in the highest peaks.
the door has no hinges.
no knob or handle.
it looks the same from either side
it shimmers like a mirage
in the morning sun
it glows a silver hue
in the midnight sun.
its just an old discarded door
some say
its just a piece of garbage
washed down the falls
after some ravaging flood
some say.
but some see a glimmer
about its edges and know.
that this is no ordinary door.
will you open it?
can you open it?
how many have walked here before.
and how many will walk here again.

