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The Silver Door
-~{ The Silver Door }~-
Part One: The Mountain Path
Riding through the woods, on a steed of light,
I try to find the true path and outrun the night.
Trees rushing past in a blur of blinding green,
I let myself laugh, until it turns into a scream!
Beside me is an angel, with a sword of flame,
As I leave the past behind me, none to blame.
Before me is a mountain I’ve climbed before,
Atop which is built a tower with a silver door.
My steed vanishes just before the high path…
As thunder resounds with all Heaven’s wrath.
I see pikes, upon which skulls are set thereon,
Along the path that I climb, up that mountain!
Faces frozen in the hour that claimed them all,
The skulls grin at me, in the hope that I fall…
But something makes sure these steps of mine,
Do not falter as I ascend, to the tower sublime.
I see the world slip past as I rise higher above,
Until the skulls are long gone and I feel a love!
Compassion the likes of which no words tell…
As if I approached Paradise, after leaving Hell.
Part Two: The Tower Sublime
Soon the silver door lies before me in majesty,
As my eyes stare in wonder at its’ quiet dignity.
Upon it are images of lovers entwined in bliss,
Angels there amongst them: to hold and to kiss.
Not one soul is alone, for all are loved equally,
In that silvery vision of some pleasant eternity!
There is no knob or keyhole, nor latch nor lock,
Only that silver surface of which I did just talk.
I placed my palm upon it, and warmth spread…
To every corner of that door, like blood so red.
It opened with not a sound, and I entered there,
Into the tower, and up its’ high, winding stair…
Climbing as if to Heaven, my feet without pain.
I know not what I sought, what I hoped to gain!
Only that I belonged there and felt deep at ease,
I entered the garden at the top, a place of peace.
There was a child with eyes filled with warmth,
Who sat on a throne there: each day and month.
She was a goddess, and this was her high place,
Where she reigned in glory, in dignity, in grace.
Part Three: The Child Goddess
I knelt before her and kissed a ring on her hand,
On which was a sapphire, the purest in the land.
She got down from her throne, and sat on a rug,
Asking me to join her as she gave me a big hug.
I did as she requested, my heart happy to please,
As we laughed and jested, told tales, and teased.
I knew her from somewhere that I cannot recall,
For I felt so at home in her company, in her hall!
She put her palms to my temples, soft and sweet,
And our souls joined together, full and complete.
The rapture I felt in that moment was an ecstasy,
No pleasure known to man, can even hope to be.
It was as if all the universe, coursed in my heart,
And with every beat, I painted with a skillful art.
Each painting, becoming a world full of fantasy,
Where everything I ever loved, therein I did see.
I heard birds chirping in the garden, water flow,
And time ceased, as my happiness did just grow.
There was nothing outside for which I did crave;
All the joy I could desire, the little goddess gave.
Part Four: The Earthly Paradise
She showed me a realm where paradise endured,
And all was in balance: every life was assured…
Of peace and plenty, with the world itself at rest,
My sins washed away, no needs to be confessed.
I saw other people walking hand in hand content,
There was no violence left, nor anyone to resent.
Each soul had its’ mate, each thing was aright…
I felt the girl’s hand in mine, and I knew delight.
Why do people not live like this upon the Earth?
Mankind could be perfect if they felt their worth.
Instead of wars and struggles for things we need,
We should love one another and plant just a seed.
Each seed could bloom into the garden so ideal…
That each of us desires to make, with power real!
Let love know no boundaries, passion grow wild,
Whilst we remain humble, every heart as a child.
As I came to this revelation, the divine girl sang,
And somewhere in that paradise, a bell so rang…
Everyone was singing, each voice in joy to send,
Bringing this vision fading towards its’ own end.
Part One: The Mountain Path
Riding through the woods, on a steed of light,
I try to find the true path and outrun the night.
Trees rushing past in a blur of blinding green,
I let myself laugh, until it turns into a scream!
Beside me is an angel, with a sword of flame,
As I leave the past behind me, none to blame.
Before me is a mountain I’ve climbed before,
Atop which is built a tower with a silver door.
My steed vanishes just before the high path…
As thunder resounds with all Heaven’s wrath.
I see pikes, upon which skulls are set thereon,
Along the path that I climb, up that mountain!
Faces frozen in the hour that claimed them all,
The skulls grin at me, in the hope that I fall…
But something makes sure these steps of mine,
Do not falter as I ascend, to the tower sublime.
I see the world slip past as I rise higher above,
Until the skulls are long gone and I feel a love!
Compassion the likes of which no words tell…
As if I approached Paradise, after leaving Hell.
Part Two: The Tower Sublime
Soon the silver door lies before me in majesty,
As my eyes stare in wonder at its’ quiet dignity.
Upon it are images of lovers entwined in bliss,
Angels there amongst them: to hold and to kiss.
Not one soul is alone, for all are loved equally,
In that silvery vision of some pleasant eternity!
There is no knob or keyhole, nor latch nor lock,
Only that silver surface of which I did just talk.
I placed my palm upon it, and warmth spread…
To every corner of that door, like blood so red.
It opened with not a sound, and I entered there,
Into the tower, and up its’ high, winding stair…
Climbing as if to Heaven, my feet without pain.
I know not what I sought, what I hoped to gain!
Only that I belonged there and felt deep at ease,
I entered the garden at the top, a place of peace.
There was a child with eyes filled with warmth,
Who sat on a throne there: each day and month.
She was a goddess, and this was her high place,
Where she reigned in glory, in dignity, in grace.
Part Three: The Child Goddess
I knelt before her and kissed a ring on her hand,
On which was a sapphire, the purest in the land.
She got down from her throne, and sat on a rug,
Asking me to join her as she gave me a big hug.
I did as she requested, my heart happy to please,
As we laughed and jested, told tales, and teased.
I knew her from somewhere that I cannot recall,
For I felt so at home in her company, in her hall!
She put her palms to my temples, soft and sweet,
And our souls joined together, full and complete.
The rapture I felt in that moment was an ecstasy,
No pleasure known to man, can even hope to be.
It was as if all the universe, coursed in my heart,
And with every beat, I painted with a skillful art.
Each painting, becoming a world full of fantasy,
Where everything I ever loved, therein I did see.
I heard birds chirping in the garden, water flow,
And time ceased, as my happiness did just grow.
There was nothing outside for which I did crave;
All the joy I could desire, the little goddess gave.
Part Four: The Earthly Paradise
She showed me a realm where paradise endured,
And all was in balance: every life was assured…
Of peace and plenty, with the world itself at rest,
My sins washed away, no needs to be confessed.
I saw other people walking hand in hand content,
There was no violence left, nor anyone to resent.
Each soul had its’ mate, each thing was aright…
I felt the girl’s hand in mine, and I knew delight.
Why do people not live like this upon the Earth?
Mankind could be perfect if they felt their worth.
Instead of wars and struggles for things we need,
We should love one another and plant just a seed.
Each seed could bloom into the garden so ideal…
That each of us desires to make, with power real!
Let love know no boundaries, passion grow wild,
Whilst we remain humble, every heart as a child.
As I came to this revelation, the divine girl sang,
And somewhere in that paradise, a bell so rang…
Everyone was singing, each voice in joy to send,
Bringing this vision fading towards its’ own end.
Published 15th Feb 2012
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