I don't mind your tears...

Thursday night past,
a night of tears.
Tears that only ever seem to erode more of a life away.
A night of rust, silence and sky.

And yet as I held a Gomar in my arms, her song of freedom and sovereignty began to sing...she maybe didn't claim it for herself, but her ears began to hear...

You can have my heart

But it isn't new

It's been used and broken

And only comes in blue

It's been down a long road

And it got dirty on the way

If I give it to you will you make it clean

And wash the pain away



You can have my heart

If you don't mind broken things

You can have my heart if you don't mind these tears

Well I heard that you make old things new

So I give these pieces all to you

If you want it you can have my heart



So beyond repair

Nothing I could do I tried to fix it myself

But it was only worse when I got through

Then you walked right into my darkness

And you speak words so sweet

And you hold me like a child

Till my frozen tears fall at your feet



You can have my heart

If you don't mind broken things

You can have my heart if you don't mind these tears

Well I heard that you make old things new

So I give these pieces all to you

If you want it you can have my heart

(Juliet Turner)



I asked a lady Gomar for her heart on Thursday night...this was her reply...

"You can't have my heart Sarah, it was taken a long time ago. And now

it is broken, used, and dirty, so dirty."



My reply, the only words I could muster, "Such a jewel is worth a life time of searching."