Destroy the Wall

I see you before me

and hand you over a pickaxe

to destroy the wall between us.

The music of your soul

is compelling

but hardly audible,

and I want to hear it clearly.

Your eyes penetrate me deeply –

you touch what no one can,

not so intensely;

yet, your mind is infected with fear –

let me heal you

and offer you a way out of your hell.

When I think of us,

I see two birds in flight

surrounded by clouds,

free and detached.

You run away from me

because your defense mechanisms

are stronger than my love –

I am sad,

but hopeful

that some day

you will destroy the wall,

open your heart and let me in.