Two drunk men sit next to a banyan tree.
One is deaf, and the other mute.
They laugh at each other, together.
Old, pale and hurt, yet a deep smile
Such a wonderful sight...
They know not of the other, but of an open heart.
Two men sit next to a banyan tree, drunk on the spirit of love.
Like wildflowers, this bloom is their purpose,
is their soul...
Heavy pains burden my heart, as it longs for the things it cannot possess
It grows intense with an emotion, dark as a forest, soft as velvet
Swaying through this possession, I feel aloof, yet ardent,
For the things I carry, now mean little to me, and my heart
Is enslaved by an angel, a gentle breeze on a silent river bed.
What is kept in this desire, I ask myself
Chaining me down, yet giving me hope
A fantasy crawling within me,
Warm as the sun, soft as snow.
Within such desires, I search for my soul,
Within this longing, I seek my abode,
But the fear of submission is now too strong,
Sacrifices are real, the fall too long.
For true love is devotion, a perfect form of submission
A treat to God, a celebration in heaven.
So I ask of thee, to bless me with courage
To enter his heart and immerse in his dream.
A divine love is all I seek…