while you were in India
did you see the tragic children
playing in feces and ashes
who would give the rest of their lives
to be held and loved for one hour?
Did that vision add to your sorrow?
Did it enlarge that hole in your life?
Did it drip painfully on your heart like hot wax?
When the painful wax grows cold and hardens
Run my sweet sister
Run like you've never run before
come out from under the rain
overtake the wind
Let the pounding of your heart crack
and break that paraffin prison
illusory intimidation is all it is
let it fall and melt again
and become love
for love becomes you