you burn madly,
an out of contol flame...
a car racing madly
towards the cliff.
hungry for life,
and groping the shadows
for the forms of light
that you cant quite touch.
slow down, slow down,
be still, and listen with your feelings....
wait on the knock, the strong voice
of the stranger who lives....
beyond that door!
dont be afraid, and dont run!
that stranger is you!
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beyond-that-door-2/
