A warning has come
On the wings of a friend
Do not pour out your cup
For him whose greed never ends.
Remember, such guilt does not come from the Holy One.
A warning has come
On the wings of a friend
Do not pour out your cup
For him whose greed never ends.
Remember, such guilt does not come from the Holy One.
I cannot cure you, cannot give back the years
Cannot silence the voices
whispering death in your ears
And the darkness is not mine to amend.
But I can stand in front of you
And I can see you, my friend.
I close the world and its silence out
My hand hovers over the lock, hesitant
And I tell myself, as I do every night:
There is no need to lock your door,
There are no enemies out there
Anymore.
Peace, or
Stillness? What is the
Recompense
For such a stolen time?
Do I have to pay for the quiet behind my eyes?