Heaven’s open doors to gain, “let it rain Lord, let it rain.”
Come and melt the ‘brass of hearts’ to no longer abide.
Tear open the shutters and throw open the window sashes.
Move my Love, from the horns of the unicorn, to reframe.
Oh where has he gone, my Love, after his beastly kill?
Always waiting, pondering myself with endless questions.
Seeing me smiling, times he walked away dreaming alive.
This, his spirited-dream, apart from the arms of fleshly thrill.
I heard You say Lord, 'I’m the part that makes him whole.'
Blow the winds with destiny’s vortex around my love.
Let Your Sword divine betwixt soul and spirit making clear.
Give Your revisionary reliance and revive 'dreams' to console
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem