wild horses would rip my love to shreds
but your sweet hands are soft enough
the stars are too high to touch my love
but not your face tonight
the deepest ocean drowns mere mortals
and our love is fragile as broken pottery
but your archaeological eyes see the cross section of my desire
the pharoahs built home made mountains
and carved out cities out of the stone
i'd buy you a drink from a fountain
and i'd take you to dinner on the foam
because your love, my love, is worth the risk
and your hands know the way
and your feet kick so softly
and i can't take no more pain

at the border of my love for you
there is a shack, a house, a hovel
i rode in on a horse of shame
and watered him there
it was cold and dark
and i tied him to the post
and rooted around for some grub
but what i found instead
was a candle

you left it for me, that much was plain
lit, alone, waiting
and i knew it was a sign from you
though i knew not your face
or your form
and i slept

waking, i feared
the flame alone, wavering
possibly to sputter
as before
so many times before
i should build it high and wide
and i should set it to music
with gasoline
strong enough to change the weather

i searched for the can
you knew of my folly
a note was what i found
"not yet" was all it said
in my rage
in my fury
in my fiery swearing and stomping
the truth of your words crept up
and hit me over the head
hard
twice

i began walking
after letting the horse go free
to search out his own desires
as soon as i left the shack i saw the city
high on a hill
shining
through a veil it seemed
but more clear with each step
until it became the fire
high and wide
showing me the way
unerringly, steady, faithful

i walked