• The eyes are a window to the soul.
    My curtain is drawn tight.
    Behind it a great tree grows.
    It is a hand grasping,
    Toward the window of my soul.
    Tight around my heart,
    A light beckons.
    The tree grows tall and green.
    But does the light go beyond,
    Grasping in the dark,
    A barrier to protect you?
    Reaching for the heavens, my tree grows.
    The light beckons to you,
    It goes beyond everything you know.
    To protect you from yourself, or from me…
    Oh tree may you ever grow so tall, to reach beyond my barrier.
    To let you see,
    Me, reaching for you, pulling you.
    Will you go?
    Let me take you away.