The War Inside

Rest your cheek, for a moment,
on this drunken cheek.
Let me forget the war
and cruelty inside myself.
I hold these silver coins
in my hand; give me your
wine of golden light.
You have opened the seven
doors of heaven; now lay
your hand generously on my
tightened heart.
All I have to offer is
this illusion, my self.
Give it a nickname at
least that is real.
Only you can restore what
you have broken;
help my broken head.

Rumi