What next?

Then you look into her eyes and notice
there is
something there
that draws you in;
it's a song,
emanating from the doorway,
like smoke.

It speaks to you.

It's so late;
everyone
else
is going home.
You don't even notice the formality of goodbye -
walking in,
blind,
to see
where it is coming from:

whose lungs

whose heart

whose eyes

sparkling from the deep
with a reckless belief
that there is hope.

There is life.
There is love.

Here

Now

Come in.