On the Threshold

On The Threshold Two rooms shared a single door, One my past, one the now, But yet to see the future, How? Eyes strained, brow furled… Nevermore? In final collapse to my finitude, I threw open the single door, Stood on the threshold of then and now, Screamed at the Future… Nevermore! And silence let in, as I there stood, Having fixed my mind on those two rooms, To reveal a third, open windowed, view, Of a world awaiting for me to join… And then I saw my future there, Yet not as made, but waiting to be, And through that window, I had not seen, I set the past and present free… Slipped through that window, into the world, To find the future waiting for me. To see my photopoems, Join me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sonnetforge Or visit the website: www.gopoem.com What we Read, is Where we Go...