August 21, 2005
As we depart this temporal realm for a time,
We open the doors to the others.
As we cast aside the barriers to love,
We offer them to the guardians of the dark doors.
As they scurry off into the dim crevices, rejoined with darkness,
Sometimes, rarely, a ray of light from the temporal strikes them.
As they are born of the light, homeless in the spaces between,
Sometimes, rarely, they follow us back here...
And the forms they take,
And the sounds they make,
And the ancient feelings they stir,
Freeze the blood, and curl the thoughts...
and shivers are born...
Author: Steve Robison