In the fresh Jerusalem air!All is quiet!3 am!As my mind wanders back to you.!!In the middle of this war!At night it is quiet!The people sleep!But my heart is still in battle mode!Pondering it's mysteries!And it's yearnings.!!Unable to pray!As an outcast!For my duplicity!In loving too much!In this silent air!I pay vigil.!!Old wounds from childhood loom near!fresh as ever!the flesh pink and bloody!in the dark stillness!will you be the one?!will you not hurt me?!will you finally not turn the jagged knife?!!Trusting the darkness!for sure this will not fail me!restless at 3 am!the mind wanders !back to you.