Yes, Little Heart,
        you are full of pain and much longing
               (deep mourning)
        and I have kept you silent.

I was afraid to listen.
I was afraid of drowning.
I was afraid of . . . you.

Yes, Little Heart,
        I am trying to listen
        and to give you space
        and to give you a voice
        hoping you will give me a voice too.

Your love is a diamond-ruby
        song at my throat
        fire wired to my heart.

        All the players on the stage
               throw their damp duvets
        But I will give it sanctuary
               my whole being
        Infinitesimal space to spread and grow.

I am light years across the galaxy
          past the event horizon.
I am obscured by clouds
beyond the mountain ranges
          broken and filled with valleys.
I am across the ocean with
          a wall of fire about me.
My face is covered with ten thousand masks;
My hand is close to my chest;
          and I like to keep some things to myself.

So,
          sail across the galaxy
          climb the mountains
          traverse the valleys
          brave ocean and fire
          take away each mask
                      
                                  and come to me.

One day, one day
I'll be baptized in fire
and the flames will tame my flesh.
They will burn burn burn
burn away my desire
when I'm baptized by fire
one day.