Sometime some time must pass before the flesh

(by Nicholas Gordon)



Sometimes some time must pass before the flesh
Can grow across the chasm of a wound.
The rift must be protected by a silence
That waits upon the healing touch of night.

You and I have traded so much pain
There came a time you closed paternal doors.
Your love could not so long sustain the power
To hold humiliation in your arms.

I know that I have disappointed you:
I could not be the child that you wanted.
But now I stand beside your ancient walls.
Come meet me once again outside the gate.