The Door To Your Heart - Collaboration With Chris Green

In silent hours till nightfall When shadows grow long before fading Heart thumps, a deep longing, a soft knocking on a door still closed Shy and introverted As if saying: if I knock too hard will I knock you over and send you away forever? I listen quietly as moon light creates lonely silhouettes on the far wall where your picture hung, a faded rectangle, bleached by evasive desires wondering who could be knocking as I have been lost for so long, to be found again is as frightening, as it is dream-like Fear to open the rusty door to a heart, starving to find you. Caught in a lullaby of moonlight louder than fear can sing Reunite me with you, hammer your imprint in me, on the bare walls of my loving soul where you still live And I hear the breathing in a once empty corridor of numbers random order, tarnished brass digits, above patterned carpeting foot worn and tattered, I have heard them all, never once stopping at mine, the one without, unassuming, invisible to most, slowly opening Near the defensive rectangled door I sit fending the creaking, of the almost lost voice that's mine. And while I search on the worn wall for fringed marks of years past, you enter. I find in your face the wrinkles of time, wondrous ripples in a soft smile And I am lost in you. *** Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White May 3, 2017