For Stel: a brilliant writer, and a dear friend.
Nobody goes out there anymore,
To the world beyond the door,
To the world where eagles soared,
And shot down, fell, as engines roared.
Nobody can find us anymore,
Hidden well behind our door,
Locked away forevermore,
And minding well our olden lore.
"Nobody is trusty anymore,
So hold you hard beyond your door,
And never break this single law,
Or again shall come what was before."
Nobody remembers anymore,
What it was that came before,
What there was before the war,
When all was lost forevermore.
And none care for it anymore,
For that world beyond the door,
For the world that we once saw,
Peeking at us through the door.
But you and I went once before,
To that place so wild and raw,
That caught our hearts forevermore;
A world we lost long years before.
Or so we thought...
Only we saw beyond the door,
To the place we lived before,
And seeing, knew, at our cores,
Why we hide behind our door.
Stranger than a wild centaur,
Bathed in light, wreathed in splendour;
Battered by our past misuse,
Magnificent despite abuse.
This is the world that we saw,
Shining there beyond our door,
The land we fled from evermore,
In those long gone days of yore.
Now only we two long for the raw,
And untamed land that lies in store;
Biding time beyond our door,
Awaiting those who yearn for more.
