Why am I waiting
And for whom?
For there is no one coming
Into this room.
When I open my door
The room is all light,
But when you enter
I bring on the night.
My Old and my Young Self
Meet here at last,
Hold up a mirror,
To future, to past.
Two opposite doors
To the same room.
Come Senex, come Puer
From cradle to tomb.
© jsmorgane (2002)