A Festival of Psychoanalysis

I knocked on the door
And you opened it wide
I tried to say
Can I come inside?
I’m a stranger here
And I’ve lost my way
From the well-trodden track
I must have strayed.
I can’t find my way back
It’s been a strange day.
I saw in the distance
A warm yellow light.
I followed its beam
Through the night.
Longing to find, if I reached the end,
A welcoming place where strangers are friends.

I heard a knocking on my door,
I’m sure, I’m sure.
I opened my door I opened it wide
But I don’t see anyone outside.
There’s uneasy whisperings in the air
And apprehension everywhere.
What is it that’s upsetting me,
Disturbing my serenity?
I’ve looked all around
But I don’t see
What it is that’s bothering me.

I can see you
But you can’t see me.
Please don’t close the door on me.
I’m needing, I’m feeling,
I’m falling, I’m reeling;
Why can’t you see?
By blanking me out
You devastate me.

There’s no-one out there,
Just haunting ripples in the air. 

Written by Gillian Cairns & Simon Perry.
Copyright © 2009 by Gillian Cairns and Simon Perry. All rights reserved. Published 17/10/2009