Naked eye,
silent sorrounded heart.
what's that sound?
elderly and ancient crown
from a spirit beyond recognition.
a vast dark room
comfortable crouching,
no hope,
no light,
yet he takes a glance into my soul.
Naked eye,
he sees through me
directly to my soul
his silence seems to claim;
"poor pretentious soldier",
"come home",
"come home"...