Through Gates

at the first pawn of the season when nothing shines any brighter or better / gone is the appeal of the apparent and the wind decides to clean up too / the blinders worn for months even underneath clear eyes and open hearts - my blinds are closed yet inside a visitor i can see through open eyes - and an open heart 

you i’ll walk through hell with

stand again at the foot of your bed 

a place i’ve only spiritually been 

i know you come here too 

a simple way to get the view 

and figure out what you wanna do

nothing feels more like home than you 

you’re the light the reason i grew 

you make everything count 

and every kiss true 

years can pass

lovers too

nothing like you