Always green but rarely seen
The scene that’s green.
Through the door
Will it be there any more
If I try and reach it through the door?
In shadows we will watch you
As the light tries to tempt us in
I reach for you, an unseen force
From there? Or from within?
I try to connect on a level plain
And realise that I want more
Reflections; reactions can’t be forced
So I’m walking through that door