She Watches

She has never known the path inside.
With eyes that ever move upon my shores,
And feet that never cross upon my land,
She joins the moon in soundless contemplation.

With eyes that ever move upon my shores,
She spies me as I draw the windows closed.
She joins the moon in soundless contemplation,
Yet falls away when radiance pours in.

She spies me as I draw the windows closed;
To my surprise, she hides beneath the door,
Yet falls away when radiance pours in.
Now each new night, I yearn for her to see.

To my surprise, she hides beneath the door,
And gently falls against it, listening.
Now each new night, I yearn for her to see
That I have always wished to pass the door

And gently fall against it, listening.
All her breaths, and every heartbeat knows
That I have always wished to pass the door,
Yet she has never known the path inside.