Is there a light beneath the sheets of ice
That lie across unchartered waters?
A sense a warmth that will suffice
the coldness after martyred slaughters.
Is there a way to break down the walls
That between us, you have so humbly built?
Give me a sign, your lonely heart calls
Don't bottle up or simmer down with guilt.
Brim over the sides of your cage,
the one where you have locked away
Your true identiy, your name, your age
Painless, it is, so painful to say -
Is there a way for these walls to break?
The ones that you have sorrowfully upheld?
It hurt me deeply to watch you take
the first hand upon brick, to make it weld
I shout in the mist of the winter dawn:
Bring down your fortress! Tame the stallions!
I cry until the air turns cold, and I scorn :
This is not a conquest! Surrender your battallions!
What is it about the peaceful break of day
That delivers him to my mind, dream master?
First the image of his face, then I hear him say
With love, there is pain, and the distaster.
So you build your walls so high
And you flee from cupids arrows with haste
You gild hatred and pity love, and with a sigh
you pity others who have taste!
So I ask, the last of these hopeless cries,
I say : Could you not at least,
Look without coldness in your eyes
and see that Love is not the beast
What are you so afraid of, my friend?
That with love, you are led -
Blind to a dead and dusty end?
That Passion is force-fed?
No, my darling, I whisper in a low tone
As I brush my fingers lightly on a brick
I sense his shudder, I hear him moan
Alone, he cries, his lonely heart sick.
I know his truths, and I know his lies
I feel connected but undoubtedly apart
I love his voice, I love his solemn sighs
So I break the wall. The one by his heart.
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