How many times must I die unto myself
Before my inner lives are purified..
So much pride resides in aspects of my self!
And now, while I’m carrying this precious gift
Of life reborn into my womb
Now I realise my heart’s desire has ever been alive, alike a fire
-Slumbering deep within the remnants of our love
No, this child may not be yours
But it is your love for me and my love for you
That comforts me once more at the crossroads of this time…
You are always on my mind
Like the very drum
That’s beating in the chambers of my heart
For us is no fulfillment in this world
Yet it’s ever present
In the essence of my soul.