Vesta

I have no use for your hopes

There is something burning deep in your heart

It is this that I wish to know


And when you lay down

Unable to name the holy fear

That haunts the place where dreams used to be



It is I who will hold the lamp steady

And reach into places damp with neglect

To retrieve what lives in you still



Trust what I show you

And fill the vessel of your shrouded life

I am calling you back to me now