Poem

2005-09-21 I walk tall through this door alone, To see a light brighter than my own. The darkness can't refuse it's shine, As it illuminates the halls of time. A figure walks on, shadowed by a mist, Clenching a thin item in it's fist. There's creatures lurking on each side, Fleeing fearfully, in tiny crevasse they hide. Approaching slowly, so as to rest my fears, Of shadowed figures who have hurt me for years It's walk so light, as if floating on air, Unable to speak, I just stood and stared. The voice of an angel, soft words are spoken, It sparks a fire, my soul has awoken. A voice so captivating, that of a man. His arm it moves, "Please take my hand." Apprehensive at first as my figures touch his, Followed by a tingle, one I've truly missed. The darkness and mist are no longer around, The tiny creatures, are no where to be found. Realize I've waited so long for you to come, My body trembles, as our lips become one. It's an indescribable feeling, so hard to tell, In a matter of seconds, I'm under his spell.. His hug heals the deep scars of my heart, Erasing my past, signifying a fresh start. We walk tall through this door together, To start a new life, you and I forever.