Hark! Who goest there?
To and fro within my heart,
Whispering, yet want to share
With me
Your mysteries.
Hail! You who burneth me!
With trails of nameless longings,
Show now this anxious soul
A glimpse
Of what you mean.
Alas, you who escapeth me!
Too slow my sorry senses
But do not stop I pray thee,
Thy task
Within my being.
Please, oh You, my secret friend
Traverse these barren fields,
Plummet depths and caverns find,
The ones
That are lost to me.
If hear this, you who woundeth me,
My shallow waters deepen,
And to my inmost person say,
Nothing
But your name.
Now onward you insatiable one,
Venture ever farther
To break the rock of stony flesh
And freedom
Render there!
May, 2023.
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