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
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