the realm of you

I have no lies and no embellishments

To lead you anywhere but here

I have no life but this,

To lead you here;

Nor any death or possession, but lest

Dispelled from there;

Nor ties to earth,

Nor action new, 

Except through this extent

The extension of me

The realm of you 

Mysteries, puzzles and mosaic tiles

As it seems make up you whole

I have nothing to bequeath

Except you