Wood

In the woods a cabin lay

with window panes of ruby red

a door it opens like wind at play

with hairs on larks in tangled bed

Within the walls these flattened trees

a beating thrum is heard in part

the eyes of many will see as they please

but only some will see the heart

Listen and you'll hear the tune

the cabin holds no secrets dim

but if you take this heart devoid of boon

you'll find no rest for your punished sin

This cabin holds a youngster's smile,

a child's trust of one divine

to seek in love this heart beguiled

is to ask of one who says "This heart is mine."