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A door cracked,
A subliminal creak
On the edge of my faraway memories.
A soft glow of orange and yellow sprinkled through
Beneath the flapping of a falcon's wings.
My senses drifted.
Watching for the light to brighten
I heard gentle footsteps echo
Through my mental corridors.
A shadowy smile wafted behind the glow –
Garments rustled as a breeze
Moved between the leaves.
 Her laughter rose as the falcon flies
And she beckoned to the Doorway
Where light and love are the same.
I tried to venture –
But my stubborn grip
Of my present mortality
Would not let me
Pass through.
© 2006 Donna Lyon Rhose
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