That Your heart is like a Russian doll,
and that my every approach
would find me
still deeper in You –
deeper in the dark star flashing.
That Your heart is like a Russian doll,
and that my every approach
would find me
still deeper in You –
deeper in the dark star flashing.
A muddy image in return
for perfect clarity.
Stretched out and worried
turned to the page where I should be.
In disbelief He peered through His glass,
and burned a hole in eternity.
in the cosmos
but we can warm ourselves
by this synaptic fire
and hope for a bigger one
blazing