you and i,

shielded by silence,

barred from ourselves,

inured against feelings,

exiled hearts,

building ramparts …

a berlin wall

that may fall,

so, my love,

lay your head

upon my chest,

and let my fingers

run through your hair,

lulling you gently

to rest,

life is far too short anyway,

to squander even a day,

so rest,

my loveliness,


and lay your head

upon my chest …