I am looking at the door and My heart is ever sore My hands are aching From forever slapping at the door I know that golden memories are there.
When I stop slapping at the door I stand naked in despair I realize that love is there somewhere Somewhere and everywhere It keeps me straying from the truth or dare.
That love is always somewhere Somewhere and yet so near Neither less in spirit form Neither more in earthly norm Love is always here somewhere, so close.
I am looking at my feet Bare and on the floor And deep within my heart I find There is an unlocked door To feel that love has gone before.
I turn the **** and Open the door at will To find the golden memories in there I grab the shackles off my heart And pull out the storm To blow away my heart's despair
Now I understand That love, your love is here deep within my soul Love is here and everywhere I have only to let it flow.
On my sister early death I wrote this poem in answer to the ode written to her while she was still alive and I had not seen her.