As I enter through two black and shiny doors...

As I enter through two black and shiny doors,
I am enveloped in a cave of murky green:
A starry night, two ashes rustling their songs,
And friendly shadows cavorting in between.

The glossy silence penetrates my heart,
And whispers words of melancholy bliss,
I gape at distant stars with begging eyes,
And open my heart up for a kiss.

Two fiery stars enchant the heart and drug the mind,
And yet I struggle to refrain and to foresee,
But they persist and triumph in a flash,
Infecting me with blinding awe and ecstasy.

Gloom, scorn, and rapture, striking all at once -
Tugging me in and pushing me away:
The chanting elks, the bright, yet distant stars -
Some telling me to leave, and some  to stay.

The sirens' song is bitter; Artemis is trite,
And mounds of gold seem like only brass;
Melodic sounds of Apollo's lyre do not chant -
Nothing compares to the feeling I possess.

I look up to the black unending sky,
And wonder if all good things must end:
Is it a dream or is it paradise? -
This starry glassy misty mystic land.

The black and shiny doors begin to close,
Barring my entrance to the world of cryptic joy,
And still they smile, full of mournful glamour,
Unquestionably sad and somewhat coy.

And to this day I hope and I wonder
If lands of chanting ashes could exist.
Shall I forget or shall I find the entrance
To the mysterious land of mystic mist?

10/98