The Knock
He knocked upon my door one day
I answered by letting him in
I couldn't imagine what he would say
But something did begin
Something, too good to be true,
one would say, something out of the blue
Something edging on the brink
something, that was you
Inside the knocking became so loud
Vibrations turning upside down
A miracle? I dare not ask
I was willing to take upon the task.
For many nights the knocking came
Long the hours, we were the same
till morning rise, it called my name
and i reached out to share in this game
This feeling, new and undiscovered
made one enchanted by the other.
In the heart the knocking grew,
Pounding out it's rhythms' new
Enchantment, ah the word is sweet
is also masked by being incomplete
Voices carry through the night
the closer the knocking
the stronger the might
then the words came from the knock...
And it threw me.
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