It began with sounds as if something was moved,
disturbed as if bumped into…
Like that scene in the movie with the ripples
in a glass of water…
You know something had to be the cause,
“for every cause there is an effect”…
Perchance they mere echos from the Id, thoughts
and memories buried so deep their sounds are
being distorted merely by a ripple in the fabric
of space and time…
When the past is heard and felt in the present
altering the future creating forks that
were not there yesterday…
At the very end of a very long corridor a door
a very old door ornately carved and very large
built with a purpose,
built to last
and the sounds are coming from behind it…
Each ripple disturbing the dust
between the ripples a series of storms…
A sound, like that of glass breaking,
the door now a wall of dust, a shape emerging…
A old friend from times long passed
he has not aged all that well
he appears to be thirsty and hungry
he was reared and fed on love…
He has gone without for sometime,
he hunger
he thirsts
he desires…
He has returned
he refuse to die
he refuse to live
in a realm without love…
#realms, #dimensions, #sounds, #love
A Poet's Haven 
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