Joy

The wind gushes
The wood creaks
The door clangs
Shut gone away

Where is the joy
Is it a toy shut
In a box far beneath us
Does it bleep occasionally
To say "I need feeding"
Is it like that little black dress
We all have
Locked in our wardrobe
For that special place or time
That exists in never never land.
A decade ahead each time you gaze upon it

Open
Throw the wind back
Break the wood
Unlock the door
Flower bring forth light
Shine joy
Rain joy
Give joy
Be joy
Wear the little black dress
Play with that toy
Burn the box
Burn the wardrobe
Live joy
Forever
Good luck