something about which many more words could be said

I stand on the threshold, one foot on each side of an open door.
it is a door within a door within a door
different from a room full of mirrors, but not quite
never ending possibilities, all within my sight
eddies in the energy shift my focus, here
then there
slightly tilting, blurring over here and now

YOU. you are the one that sends me
through _that_ door,
the one through which I have not ventured
far enough to see just where it goes
resonances of a distant past moving
forward past this time but timeless
like your touch

YOU. I know the door you send me through
the one that I would rather close forever
that door of past both recent and not
stretching back painfully through
tears of many
I have shared them but must wipe them
now. touch gently. open not that door.
make one new

YOU. lie between
now and then, past and future
a door that is a stepping stone
you know not what you do
yet I am changed.