Two Emerging Portals Combine Into One

Wishing well, wishing well I've looked deep into your eyes. And see two emerging portals combined into one. Leading to a doorway that says Enter. This way to the canteen of perpetual life; A pear or a grape A tree or a bird A flame or an ivy bough in full fruit or flower This is not the hour for heaven or hell. It is only the core of me. This is not a watery, bitter bayou Or part of the Antarctic Peninsula… This is not a mountain ascending the stars- Or a subterranean Minotaur's labyrinth. Or a river running deep underground This is the core. The center of me dissolving all that I am into you.