she grates like a one of rusty metal,
and that is the voice I hear in my dreams,

water spill, pour, cascade from the flood,
there are more cracks in my dam life,

a community, safe and secure behind a,
welcome not; just the faces next door,
why not your whole neighbourhood,

over the fence under the fence or use the,
don't trespass in word or indeed,

Open your gates dear heart,
open your gates as to give
and receive,
open your gates to come in and
open your gates to go out exploring
the world in wonder, you drink with your
eyes and spill onto paper in inky words.

Open your gates so I can see a place I never knew,
Open your gates so dear heart, so I can rest with you,
That subtle curve, a smoky smile almost hidden,
then, ...
then you did open your gate. I was not dreaming...all this time.


©DWE072013