Outside My Backdoor

I hear you singing
outside my backdoor.
A voice that quivers calm composure.
A sound that vibrates controlled affection.
A note that resonates sound conviction.

I see your face
outside my backdoor
out of reach but not out of touch.
A smiling face not wanting dinner,
eyes wide open, not blocking light.

I preach your name
and fathom heavenly bodies
guards on guard, off-duty tonight.
Treat yourself to music revealing
Life's mystery: A quiet noise.

I hear you singing
outside my backdoor
face smiling
outside my backdoor
shadows dancing
outside my backdoor.

© John Ostlund

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