My Heart Will Be Home

for more years
than i can count
it was Your knocking
i heard in my dreams

now i know it
as the slow, choking
smouldering pain
behind my ribs

look, i implore You:
there must be a door,
a window
someway for You
to get in
 
is it locked?
then You,
You must have the key
You must be the key

You, who is
the perfect fit

and once You’re inside
this slow fire will blaze
become the sun
or become the moon
cool and sweet

either way
i will be gone

once You are in it
my heart will be
quiet, still

once You are in it
my heart will be
Home


21st October, 2010

shahbano aliani