(Doorway to the Stars)
I hear the song of
Sound Alley at my
door, for sure.
I blinked once,
into the limelight.
It got dark. You
kept singing.
“Glory to the
voice,” I stam-
merred, still star-
ing at the same
door. Some-
times the water
falls wet. But
other days we
hold out our
hands for the
sting, get
nothing. Oh,
how I yearn
for the song of
Sound Alley
at my door
for sure.
