What if I let you in,
just a little?
Would you take off your shoes
like they do in my country?
Would you walk softly
to the window, and just be?

And if I spoke with you,
of things I seldom say?
Would you close your eyes
as if you were listening 
to cool water endlessly falling
and float in my lagoon?

What if I braved my hand to touch you?
Slow and sure along your lines
till I reached your soul.
Would you be still enough,
still you enough,
to not scare me away?