Last night I gave a star a message for you.
On my knees I begged her to tell you
How much I pray that you will turn my stony heart
golden with your radiance.
I bared my chest to show my wounds
and asked her to tell you that if I sway this way and that
it’s because I need to calm the infant in my heart;
babies sleep when rocked in their cradle.
My Beloved, my heart was always yours
Nurse it like a child, save it from wandering.
How long will you keep me in exile?
I will be quiet now, but even in my silence
My heart will long for you in the grave.
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