dream doors

When he turned to me just on the other side of the Boulder Bridge,
full in the face in response to my question
His eyes were saying something beyond his words
They danced in circles that challenged,
Really what are you up to

My dreaming twin
We danced in dreams for so long
His dark pupils danced whirlpools
that opened into a world beyond
drawing my heart into the depths of self
Does he know what he carries?

The ache in the back
In a dream my pelvis was made of wood framing
and a heavy door with many strange keyholes
What is in the back went to fast for me to see

If I unlocked this door I would be shaken to the roots
I'd have to walk away from all those who count on my
to manage daily affairs
It would be more than cutting into a pie filled with blackbirds