take my hand and climb with me…
In Your Eyes ~ Peter Gabriel
Grand cathedral, windows. Stained glass, living. Iris, of the soul. Years back, I sent. A postcard. To the future, me:
“ Keep believing in love – it’s coming. It exists. And he is so ridiculously beautiful it will blow your heart apart. You will know him by his eyes. He’s just like you. And it will all have been worth waiting for, trust me. ”
The optic, heart. A nerve.
Doorway to a thousand churches…