To the House of Seven Doors
They come
Carried on coach and foot
Walking across wind
Traversing the sea
All coming
Coming to this place
This Museum of Light and Dark

Some stand outside the door
Debating merits and means
Without entering

Others charge in
Treading everything

Then the others
Lingering a moment
A day
A week
Finally with timid steps
Holding hands
for comfort
They pass through the

Into the places they want to go
Places they need

Published by

Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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