All he secrets
All the magic
Lay shuttered up in your heart
Having stopped only
When you gave up on hope
That miracle that feeds the spirit
When darkness is high
And the wounded souls you reach out too
Reflect the light within
In ways that are horrific
And sad
But you lay down
You open yourself up
In the last remnants of hope
You offer yourself as sacrifice
In hopes of feeling that sweet moment
When everything makes sense once again
In hopes of returning
To that girl in the forest
Shining hair and glossy eyes
That beautiful memory
When life was pure
And tragedy, just a bad dream
You give up your body
Expose your inner sanctum
In hopes of receiving
Caresses most dear
Hands painted with love
Everlasting
blessed sacrament
and when it is over
and the sacrament has not happened
you cry from the hollow
the emptiness
which comes from the lack
and you pray for another chance
next time... maybe
next time
Love
Love which should be given
from you
to you
love most divine
wait then for your sacrament of flesh
wait and wonder
-Orhea the Dreamer
