The Key

The key to my heart is in your hands

You dance and I become still

Forever waiting for your words

To break the silence

With love

And compassion

For it is in knowing yourself

Forgiving yourself

That you know me

In all my varied coats

Technicolor, paisley and plain blue

A beacon to welcome you

In this darkest of realms

Where the rules have not been written

(and never will be)