On The Threashold (Poetry)

When I say I’ve been this way before
don’t give me that all-too-knowing smile
I recognise this street — this very door
despite, I must admit, it’s been a while
yet the shape, the colour and the very smell
add up somehow and quietly give away
familiar clues but all too few to tell
just mystery as old emotions play
convincing me this place was once my home
the shivers run chill fingers down my spine
like I have crossed into some twilight zone
a dreamworld much too flimsy to define ...

I linger on the threshold calm and sure
what instinct knows and senses can’t ignore