There is a space inside the Heart
A hollow bit with walls and room
To let in more than we assume
Could even ever fit there...
It stretches out and it expands
To fit the open hands and minds
Of lonely strangers and old friends...
It's such a lovely spot.
We should, I think, keep broom at hand
And Spring-Clean every once or twice
To make it nice and comfy soft
For visitors who stop here.
And even maybe sweep the steps
And offer up a sugar bowl
With creme and comfort and a spoon
Next' to the coffee ***.
There is a space inside the Heart
A little nitch (with room to spare)
I often find my self in there
Just waiting for a visit.
So come on in with Saint or Sin
(The Open Heart cannot define
The difference of the two)
The coffee's warm
and so's the beer...
I'll leave a light for you.