The Secret Door

I stand again by the secret door

That opens on a mystic world,

A journey traced through births before

The age of time and time unfurled.

Now all my days are new begun

As sorrow's lantern flickers low

Bereft of fuel when tears are done

And life is charged by an inner glow.

For how can death's sere skull and bones

His ashen feet so grey and cold

Find purchase mid the golden tones

Of earth recast in godhead's mould?