Divine mother are you here?
With a week, a day, a minute to spare
A fleeting visit, a word, a hug,
Will you come here now
Into this Temple of Solace where I’m kneeling
All broken up and mangled as hot, salt tears
Course down my face and fall
Into this bleak and screaming hell that mimics life?
For the love of God or Goddess
If I beg for long enough will you
Follow me into this lonely desert,
Fill a cup with water
Hold my head and let me drink,
Quench my thirst for comfort
Stay a while and rock me until
The bliss of sleep brings rest and peace,
Allows oblivion to calm my wretched mind,
Tormented soul and crumbling heart?