The Crystal Portal

The Crystal Portal
by Noah Duh

Is it just me, or do 1 see a glass door between us closing?
or, just supposing, maybe it’s only my fear I see.

If it is a door, am I closing it and blaming you,
or is it something I could never pass through?
Is it just a window, is it safe?
Is this question the problem I face?

It’s so hard to look inside each other’s mind,
each thought to share and none to hide.
Can it ever be done?
Or would it even be fun?
If it were started
could it ever be undone?

Maybe there is no door but only glass,
And where it’s dark inside no light can pass;
like a one way glass when I try to look inside,
I see just my projections, not the soul you hide.
Yes, but it feels like there is some kind of door.
If we can see each other there should be more.

If we then like two space ships should try to dock,
then our crystal portals would be our airlocks.
If one breaks the glass and the other pulls away,
Such pain would be exposed, so great it would stay.
What if both should break through and then discover
each other’s inside causes both to smother!

We then face that agony of separation
or staying in such painful integration,
with no real hope that we might truly blend,
or even that a little of the pain might end.
And so we are content with our own personal pain,
quite alone and secluded, and thus we remain,

Dreading if through that glass door we might see
what looks like the one other soul who could be
the last chance we’ll have for building a space
with more than one’s thoughts, hope, love, strength and grace.
Such heights there together we soon could reach,
creating a new us and yet still building each.

How can I trust what I see with my eyes
when my imagination can trick me with lies.
It could be your outside’s not special to see
but your inside might truly be perfect for me.
It seems to much to even consider,
I’m tempted to just not even bother.

If can’t rid myself of this fear,
it too would go with me in there.
How can we end fear unless we trust,
how can we trust unless we first touch.

How can we touch each other through the glass!
Let’s close our eyes. Maybe our spirits can pass.