The Dark Door

Where did this come from?

This...

This feeling.

Like love

Or enchantment

Or something unknown

Swirling softly in me

Slowly whirling

Churning.

Mind tumbling

Fumbling

Stumbling

Lost in a dark room

Feeling for the door

Not looking for a way out

But a way to let you in

Though knowing

If I let you in

You will drag me deeper

Into dark, mystical minds.

But that is where I need to be

To find myself.

And find myself with you.