Ivy-bound hands

Reach out in welcome or in warning

Ruins stand

Choked with dust and time

Seek deep in memory

Come lose your way to me

If I put out my eyes, you'll see

Conceal the world from me

If I cut out my tongue, you'll speak

Rise up from ancient sleep

What secrets do you keep?

Strange fires burn

Lead astray into illusion

A page is turned

Lost before the dawn

Sought in periphery

Found in banality