Gregorian House

Irland dag 5

From my window at the top
Where light is less
Than more expensive
I look at Thou through
Dusty curtains
Searching for Thy hidden well

I know I'll find it
Still untouched
By the poets claiming to possess
A self provided holiness

Come, open up Thy pool of words
And let my darkness
Drown within
So that this savage beast of mine
May never speak again