I Return

Weeping and forgetful, here I stand,
Through aged fingers slips the aged sand,
In this cruel desert, I can no longer burn,
So off my high horse, to you I return,
With my head bowed full of guilt and shame,
I dare to utter your beautiful name,
Show me your mercy, just this last time,
I promise you now, no more of that crime,
Help me remember, and enter my heart,
For remembering is the one hardest part,
When I am empty, you are my fill,
And when I stand helpless, you are my will,
Alone, I am but a bundle of needs,
An accumulation of embarrassing deeds,
So guide me, stay with me, let my love grow,
And maybe, of all this, I will simply let go.