When We Listen

I once believed things may come easier Until my dreams fell out of the sky, Like a star forgotten to be wished upon And when the thunder roared, time and time again, I began to wonder when things may be even, for a while? Oh, this forgotten old fence, falling with peeling paint and faded color Seen at an abandoned farm, that once, one could call my soul Waiting for the door to open, maybe with just a creak Ready for me to re-decorate, to try a new kind of fashion Life comes in all colors, some that make rooms seem smaller But, everything enhances when the music plays And it's only heard when we listen from inside the walls Heidi Sands 4/9/19