My dear,
     the way you lie there
suggests
     the thorn is still
                in your side.
How can I rescue
             the abandoned child?

On a night so dark
   save for the street lights
                 house lights
             and the occasional star
how can I
     who loves you so much
take
        that cloudy sadness
                        from your eyes?

I am the stranger
        who must overcome
I am the stranger

The caress of my hand
   is not the same
as the caress of my heart — 
let me lie next to you
                and hold you
        and whisper
a thousand stars
              flowers
        and the sacred place
    in a field of grass.

Cry.