No one knocks at the gate anymore
The garden is empty
cold and lifeless
Yes, they come in for a while
smile and laugh
filled with fascination
but eventually, they leave
That is the way of things
the wheel that turns
and the clock that ticks
Friend, if you are my Constant
Please step out from the curtain of illusion
In this lonely night
In this lonely garden
I pick up my fallen lute
but my hand trembles in sorrow
I watch it fall to the ground
I drop to my knees
and just cry
Friend, the separation has been too long
I am so weak
I weep so shamelessly tonight
It’s so cold out here
Please be with me
I need you now
Just for tonight please
please come
take me away from this illusory world
away from these rules
and expectations
take me away from my self
my longings, my desires
my wants, my needs
Friend, I know you do not abandon the wounded
I pray for you to return
and give me shelter under Your Cloak
Make me disappear
~ Broken Mystic ~
Shawna said,
October 21, 2008 at 2:19 pm
heart-wrenching and beautiful. masha’Allah.
Friend, if you are my Constant
Please step out from the curtain of illusion
In this lonely night
In this lonely garden
I pick up my fallen lute
but my hand trembles in sorrow
that’s my favorite part
thinkingdifference said,
October 22, 2008 at 6:47 pm
nice poem, it is yours? i particularly liked the first lines “No one knocks at the gate anymore/The garden is empty”…
anyway, wanted to draw your attention to this poem http://luceafarul.com/Pages/sbsglossabantas.html
sea of memories said,
November 3, 2008 at 4:23 am
It’s been a ong time since I came around ….this poem is so touching Broken Mystic….such longing, such pain………….