Peek into the Doorway

Your giggles once echoed here, on this side of the wooden steps.
Shadows follow you, yet they dare not enter.
Tickle the doorknob and ask the wind if it's your turn.
The dreams written in dust still shimmer on weeks grown long.

Found a stick that promises wisdom,
Wrote in the snow.
A single footprint says four-five-six when pronounced with helium voice.
Dust settles thick to skeleton a passage, only not breaking apart was a boy's wish. Hm.