In the secret courts of our hearts
A battle begins
For forty days there shall be tears
Tears of truth
Tears of solitude
Tears of truth
Stained cheeks like windows of cathedrals
Glow by the nighttime candle’s confidence
As the war wages on for reclamation
And the heart listens for a sound
Yet all that is audible is…
The sound of a conch’s story to childhood’s ear
The sound of a faint static lamenting from a lost phone call
The sound of an honest reflection in one’s mirror…
In isolation only can we begin to capture communion
When we share bread
When we embrace
When we kiss and unite
Bodies marry in rhythm
Eyes lock aglow
Echoing the fire of the souls
The fire that blazes
Only when the tears have emptied
Purifying the heart
Warmed by the embers uncovered
Through the release of despair’s reservoir
The heart ignites
The heart flutters
The heart persists
The heart resolute
With honest tears
Tears of truth
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