The Portal

Ground mist whispers past the trees as darkness, like my fear, is growing.

Moonlight sparkles in the air, while through the gloom a subtle glowing

springs to life among the shadows, outlining my path and showing

clearly on the trail before me, quite defying explanation,

bars of gold, wrought in designs which fertilize imagination.

From beyond, a sun-drenched clearing and the sound of celebration,

calling, begging, “Come and tarry,

past the portal of the Faerie.”

Standing in the starlit pathway, I fear I may yet be dreaming—

night has fallen left and right, yet through the gate the sun is streaming!

Music glides upon the breeze; it whispers secrets to me, seeming

far too good for truth, indeed some feral, primal intuition

puts my mind on full alert and rouses all of my suspicions.

Still my feet propel me forward almost of their own volition.

Ever onward I am carried,

toward the portal of the Faerie.

Helpless now, I am advancing steadily on legs unfeeling.

O’er the threshold I step softly and at once there comes a healing

of the heart and soul within me, driving me to my knees, kneeling.

All my hate and anger falls like browning leaves, and pure emotion

fills the void. The love I’m feeling prompts a pledge of my devotion

as the gate dissolves behind me in a silent light explosion.

Now my past is truly buried,

by the portal of the Faerie.