Not Mine, But For Me

Was going through my hard drive, attempting to clean it out a little and found this. Written forever ago. It's also kind of sad, as the author and I lost touch a while back.

Hope you are well, Dave.

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Disclaimer: Is there light between the stars? That is for you to judge.

Inspiration: None, except the desire to write a happy poem when the sun refuses to rise.

Dedication: To fellow author and good friend Melissa, for everything she has been to me, through the good times and the bad. (Any author who hasn't read something from her is seriously missing out.) For the advice you've given me, and the support you've been for me, I write you this poem. You more than deserve it, and I hope you like it.



The Light Between the Stars
by The Gatekeeper

The sign before me beckons,
"Proceed with caution."
But those waiting behind me know
I will go anyway.

An old man snickers as I pass.
He tells me to turn back around
And forget about this whole thing.
He says I do not want to know.
For his trouble,
He eats my piercing glare,
Because I am not afraid.

As I walk the road, step by step,
The ground beneath me disappears.
There is only darkness.
I keep my feet moving,
Even though I cannot see them.
For there is only darkness.
Nothing ahead of me,
And nothing behind.
Only my mind can guide me there.

But then, a single star appears.
It does not light the way,
But it cuts the perpetual night.
While I pass a wandering soul,
Who walks only in circles,
A second one forms by its side.
And so the dancing angels
Give me hope.

I never stop moving,
While the others wait until tomorrow.
I am not surprised at all
When your house is in the distance.
You greet me at the door,
And though you are a stranger,
I've known you forever.

You fade behind my vision.
The house bursts into flames,
And vanishes before my eyes.
I turn, and there you stand,
As if you had just arrived.
"Welcome, stranger," you say.
"Do you wish to see the truth?"
Before I even decide to nod,
The house is there again,
And you stand on the doorstep.

I am confused, but I smile.
You cannot help but do the same.
You tell me that life,
No matter how dark it gets,
Can always be made good.
If I cling to the hope
That anything is possible,
I will watch my life change,
Right before my eyes.
Even the impossible can happen.

You hand me a piece of paper
With a sentence written on it.
Something about trusting oneself
And thus knowing how to live.
I recite it to you,
And then the path reappears,
In a giant wave of light.
When I turn to thank you,
You and your house are gone.

But I can say I walked the path.
And I still feel a part of you,
Every now and again,
When I just feel like giving up.
And the path opens again.
When I think of you,
And what you did for me,
There is light between the stars.

Those who reach you see it.
Those who never make it do not.
Although it goes away sometimes,
The light never stops shining.
And I will always know the path.