Lament

Twisting, turning, randomized
I feel unworthy
                Of your fire
                Your passion
                Your blinding light
Yet that fire
                Makes me one.
Your passion exquisite
Your life vibrant and full
Yet you hide it, hidden
                And dark
                                In the recesses of your mind

 And I donít know how to reach it.

Copyright © 1999 Simon Cooke