Open heart and freshly torn wounds i come to you
When the night overwhelms the moon I come to you
Palms open on my knees I come to you
Life feels so incomplete I come to you
Face glowing healed wounds I hide from you
Hands busied by tasks at hand I hide from you
Stars overwhelm the sky I hide from you
Life filled with contentment and beauty I hide from you
Why I ask do you not hear me in the darkest of nights?
How do you not hear my desperate cry?
Days lonely and unfurled where are you when I need you most?
Why I ask why?
Why do you not come to me when the stars dance at my feet?
Why do you not come to me when i heal your wounds and busy your hands?
Why do you not come to me when beauty i bestow abundantly?
Why I ask Why?