I hear your name,
But not from my tongue.
I hear your name,
From his voice.

Finally,
No one can see the real me.
No one will take pity.
Finally,
No one can hear my agonizing plea.
No one will beg mercy.
Finally,
I gave up on me.
I gave up on my journey.
Finally,
I am free.

The poets call it cupid,
Skeptics speak of Damocles,
Chemical to logical,
Songbirds in the trees.

Just some bubbling excitement,
Or a sentinel steadfast,
Maybe it’s fits of crazy,
Emotion in contrast.

In the heat of your body,
Above the way that I feel,
Under the taste of your lips,
Before you I kneel.

I offer my turmoil,
You surrender your stresses,
To define this true love is
Beyond our guesses.

We make up our stories
Our logic and rationalizations
For what happened
That shouldn't have
And
For what didn't happen
That should have

We say
God is benevelont
The universe is your friend
Don't worry
All is well and always has been

Yes, these are good stories
And maybe they are true

But what can i tell my tears?
The arise from a deep well
within
my heart
The well of tears

They cry as they wait
For the moment and day
When this friendly universe
Makes up its own mind
To bless my clouded eyes
with the vision
of Thine Feet

Blue Feet, Bamboo flute
My life, my love
My refuge eternal