How could you know that every word
from your pen, every syllable from your lips
pulls my heart and my head
like a puppet that dances and slips
across a well waxed floor?
Is there life beyond the door?
How could you know that with one word
you can make me smile for days?
And with one dark word you can bring
a storm to my land with thunder that sings
like no one has ever heard!
I always yearn for more and more,
but is there life beyond the door?
Ah, but you do know, do you naught?
That every submission I make, you
have wraught from my heart with joy
You do know that love makes me
grow in the yellows and blues
of your words that are so very coy
Understanding you is a heart felt chore
And I wonder is there life beyond the door?
copyright 2004 D.A. Chadwick