OPEN THE DOOR

Do you see the ship
on the horizon?
Can you hear the men
upon the deck?
Now watch the mist
slowly surround them
as they disappear,
there is no wreck.

They set off early
to meet the sunrise,
they sang the songs
to bring the mist.
The time had come
to make the journey,
an impossible
urge to resist.

The ones who waited
on the shoreline
watched their visions
all throughout the day,
knowing the ones
who had crossed over
would send a message,
a sign to say.

They had arrived
were at the table,
with all the others
who’d left before.
They would be waiting,
communicating
with those who chose
to open the door.

Morganpoet