Still Unseen

A door's ajar
There's where you are floating in a bar of light
Waiting so quiet nobody knows; but i know you...
You'll wait for me
Wait till i turn around before you move towards
Before you glide all the way home...
Home, where there's no spectator
Home, where the fires have been burning all along
Your home, refuge of warmth and of clemency
Lay down your camera, oh cast it away
For a world in a fire is a fire in this world
And the overdue and the left unsaid and the still undone
Become a film in a flame, then a glaye
And then history