- cifra
Did you ever find the garden
Where the doves go to bathe?
Did you open up your heart there?
Or were you quiet and afraid?
Did you light up every lantern?
Your flame whipping against the wind
Or did you fall back to the alleys
With all your secrets to defend?
Between the cities and the temple
Between the jury and the judge
Gavel pounds down like thunder
That’s inside of all of us
Were we kids out in the desert
Or birds running cross the sun?
Did I stumble through your darkness
Or was I just another one?
