Pulling The Curtains

The slightest slip of hand against drape The secrets held behind wet, weathered windows While the eyes are the windows to the soul so eyelids are curtains And what hides behind mystic material are secrets Blended minds forced to love While people peer to eavesdrop As you decorated your curtains for our occasions You used those windows to open mine And you showed me the meaning of devine Dining behind those eyes always invited light For me you always invitedly pulled the curtains You gazed upon my own windows and drew the curtains And embraced the light I saw past those eyelids When time passed your eyes stood resolute Along with those windows came frustration Along with them came sadness You let your emotions stream out of your eyes While I caught them in bundled fists When time came to open again you kept them shut The only thing allowed in was me I treaded softly not to disturb those streams of grace While you stood still and lay your head by my face You never let me out of your windows Behind me you were pulling the curtains.