Hey, Hey, God,
Take all the straight strings of my mind
and twist them
into a rainbow circle
and wear it
around the ankle above your feet.
I told you I want to be the village idiot
like that drunkard, Rumi,
but at the moment,
I am on the star farthest from.
I told you I’m done playing the game,
and yet I still stick the sword of knowledge in my heart
and play this game with zealous abandon.
Do we have to keep fighting
like a couple
they’ve gotten used to each other’s ways?
Let’s settle down
and hold hands
and drink a cup of tea together
without saying a word,
And how about you whisper
some more of your secrets to me, Love?