after months ....
Asking and knowing
the purest heart are dreaming
of little butterfly hanging
in the tapestry of living
Asking and knowing
Let the clown smiling
summer stinging
rain drizzling
and the illusionist dying
its dark secret rubbling
Oh thou,
purest of the purest heart
in the thatched house
of God
please stop here in my port
take me to the rock
and let me in
