The moon burns a hole
through which we can get through.
Night sky,
goodbye to these sorrows
to this pain and dragging time.
Cuts on each of my fingers
chronicle the gaps in life.
Compassion wasted
behind fences built too high to climb.
Why do you say no?
To us again and again?
Is this stain,
insecurity,
compulsive menacing
yours?
Who do you say no to?
Time for us to leave.
For a generous heart
to find a new start.
to find a new start.
The way to a place of loving
up there,
calling - round and bright.
