Knock on wood

Knock knock knocking to adore.Knock knock. happy to

I’d wrap a rhyme into a song obscured.

Singing vision, crooning ever-glow. 

Like a breath of fresh air, ascending the shared tapestry of inner-most cores and care. 

Intimacy the journey in repair. Words for paradigm mentioned to dimensional fare. 

Fair and farther still. Adorable is ringing, outstanding still I await. 

If I translated the falling of rain, the patter would still just be beats to a letter, affection in remain and again in the latter. 

The simple resamples into a mystery until the complex begins to unravel. 

To avail and travail, a surge emerges travelled within.

Profound in itself, a beacon in the light of another. 

To drop the word, and pick up the spotlight. 

A door creaks only momentarily keyed to groove. 

To delight in your sunshine. 

An evening to aid the odd ode in serenade. 

Good evenings’ to remember, the dawn in the yawn, to dance instead. 

The golden light in your magic hours in glimpse. 

And since.