The Appointed Time

You have come to desolate mountains
with hair ineffably flowing into earth
you have brought your yearnings with you  
like a bit between your teeth
your breath alive with the fire
of a steed
 
You have come at the appointed time my love
sadness stands confident behind our oaths
bullets cannot bruise our tears
 
There is thunderstorm  
there is no need to repair
the broken rains in our heart