I weep for you...
Passions in the confines of emptiness
Expression repressed by fear.
A desolate vacuum of a barrier
hiding exuberance within.

I weep for you...
Because I've seen the passion
and witnessed the expression-
I've touched the inside
and felt soft, summer rain.

After drinking from the golden chalice
It pains me to see the wine spoil
Because its careless keeper
left the cellar door ajar-
He knows not what he loses

And as I lay on the hillborne countryside
with dark Heavens above me
I weep for you-
No longer for sorrow but for wanting.

For I am the fire
And you my fuel...
May we burn!