Like Juliet Drink From That Vial And Kiss Her Lips Poem by Mark Heathcote

Faith, don't fail me now
Take me to her tomb

Take me to her Turin burial place - confined
Take me to her subterranean temple
Let her administer to my soul, my mind
Let me cut into this hard rock face once again
Until it sustains my self-indulgent heart.

Faith, don't fail me now
Take me to her tomb.

Ah, treasure can be found underground
Didn't we once share a vision of two becoming one?
So it wasn't an ancient subterranean Egyptian temple
It wasn't a newly discovered Damanhur temple
It wasn't a city of light
But it was ours to share; we said, even after death.

Faith, don't fail me now
Take me to her tomb.

Take me to her shrine
Let me remove her ivory mantilla veil
Let me like Juliet drink from that vial and kiss her lips
Let me wipe away these tears
Let me administer to my love's failing stopped pulse
Let us administer two final dying breaths in one.

Faith don't fail me now
Take me to her star tonight.