Ah, now I see it.
I see you refusing an entire ocean to this empty dam you carry.
I observe these walls of fear surrounding this heart you carry.
How sad, in front of you stands the kind of love that won't let the fires of this wilderness touch you,
yet you let yourself be burnt by the fires of lust they carry.
And how sad, that both our eyes see the compassion in our hearts begin to scream for each other when we see each other,
but that we let the traumas of the dead past come in the way of this love we carry.
Prayer may be my only tool, to bring you to my inner world when I raise up, for prayer, these hands I carry.
Welcome me home to you, I shall wait for your soothing voice to calm the impatient heart I carry.
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You Who Knows Least
שיריםA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
