Secrets Too...The Inner Sanctum

In the inner sanctum of my broken heart, there's a place still beating that is set apart. like a little child with a toy drum, blind and sick and deaf and dumb, Thudding on and on and on, until that some one calls her home. To the tom tom rhythm should I ask her name? Then would I ever be the same? Do I want to learn her secrets there? In the inner sanctum? Should I Dare? In the inner sanctum of my broken heart there's a place still beating that is set apart. for Lainie