Half Opened Door

Half the world has gone away, But still lives on in dreams Prayers and wishes Hopes we only dare to whisper At the brink of midnight When reality finally relaxes it's grip The flames burn fiercely enough but still There is no resurrecting the dear days That have gone away, although Still recalled at the sight of birthday candles, And empty chairs. Written, sung, mused about But no longer reachable from where we are The ones who once meant everything to us: Tiptoeing, we go to that door Put first our ear, then our face against it Just for a moment Just to inhale that air again To hear that music once more To feel our heart stirring Our soul waking again up inside of us again But we can never step back through To stay; we are imprisoned On the wrong side now- Strange that we never suspected A door that used to always let us in Would someday lock us outside forever And I can feel it, only half-open now Beginning to swing shut already.