Sunday, November 20, 2011

Restless Heart

Without depth, I feel lost
I look back, and words escape
Emotions sweep through doors
That reluctantly creak open

Words flow slowly and rarely
Are emotions offered the podium
Images from the past bring
Mighty mountains and deep valleys

Deep were your thoughts, my dear
Deeply you looked at me
Through anxious eyes and
A restless heart, I looked at you

Restlessness finds its way again
Searching for your warm palm
Wondering is your world
Just as it should be?

To arise and fall and arise
They say, it is the way
To break and assemble again
But never the same vase

You are beautiful, my dear
In this fleeting life
Your broken heart is pure
Your mended self is sacred

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