When we were starlight tap dancing
on a roof in the country,

knowing more
than now.

Seeing further then,
able to shine anywhere we wanted.

Now we are bottled in skin
   searching for the opening

I have felt it blast inside me,
  keeping me starving,

threading its magic
  drops from Oceania
   moonlight drip my haunted eyes.

I have glimpsed your
  Majestic Kingdom
King of Kings.

I am only one of many openings
when I empty my trench
   You pass through.

When sorrows become
too heavy
and
my back is cracked
in half.

Now I know
to give it all to You

even when all I want
is to go back
and never return again.