Upon Your Return From India
while you were in India
did you see the tragic children
playing in feces and ashes
who would give the rest of their lives
to be held and loved for one hour?
Did that vision add to your sorrow?
Did it enlarge that hole in your life?
Did it drip painfully on your heart
like hot wax?
When the painful wax grows cold and hardens
Run my sweet sister
Run like you've never run before
come out from under the rain
overtake the wind
Let the pounding of your heart
crack and break that parafin prison
illusury intimidation is all it is
let it fall and melt again
and become love
for love becomes you
Copyright © Robbie Brusberg | Year Posted 2007
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