Seeing Eyes

The quiet street
Bridges the gap
Between reality and
Here.
The darkness reaches out a
Cold hand and pulls down the
Cross-hatched screen,
Blinding us, preventing us from seeing
Anything but a world our own.
Let the frigid night breathe on
Our clasped hands.
Let me lead you across the oceans
Across two worlds
Across two suns.
Let me be your sight
To lead you into my heart;
Only I know the path free of scars.
Let me pull the strings and
Make the puppets dance wildly
As we spin on the white-painted "STOP."
Let be your tired eyes;
I've got your hand.
Let me show you
What you can be.
Let the rain come down on your face
As your heart beats in your chest.
Let me be your seeing eyes
And stay blind to everything else.
I'll find some ropes and tie down your worries
And you'll rely on me.
Let me find your stories and
We'll paint sloppy smiles and tears
In pitch black happiness.
Let me be your seeing eyes,
And guide you back to the real world.
The screen has been lifted
So let me blind you from what you're afraid of.
Or let me be there for you
So I can see it with you.
Let me be your seeing eyes,
Your best friend.
Let me be there with you, for you,
Beside you.
Just let me in.