I know what you are my dear <br />I know subdued solace behind your steel doors and sword fences <br />The shine of metal only cuts inward of wood <br />Tell me can your splintering heal? ... <br />I know what you are my dear, <br />The devoured apple lingering in my hunger, <br />The saddened tree with lost leaves and dangling core; <br />The blossoming spring that promises to not leave anymore. <br />You are the only rose in my barren field, <br />And, for battles within my flesh <br />You are my soldier and shield; <br />I know what you are my dear... <br />At times you are the night without the light of stars, <br />Sunken reflections of me and you in your eyes. <br />How is it that I the huntress loves you <br />When it is I in my own heart I dispise? <br />I can offer you no salvation, no revelation <br />You can run from me on your own accord. <br />I can only offer an empty cup and a duplicate of many swords... <br />I cannot offer you many horses <br />Or anything that might be of aid to set you free; <br />And... <br />Where is the pity for the man who loves such a soul? <br />Where is the pity for this man who is bound to her earth by his knees? <br />Where is the salvation for this soldier with too heavy a shield? <br />I know what you are my dear, <br />So I offer a revelation, <br />A subtle sense of salvation; <br />For you did not run from me on your own accord, <br />I offer you a cup... <br />And a duplicate of many swords.<br /><br />Mimi Mata<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-duplicate-of-many-swords/
