~ The Heart ~unrecognizing, unknowing. Its own loneliness, gazes with eyes hitherto happily closed, upon strange shapes familiar forms Have taken. The heart...Sometimes get wounded, Taking a desperate departure from safes paths, however loved. Fortunate is the heart that finds A sweet companion thru this stormy venture returning unscathed, to a remembered rhythm richer, more generous in its Giving. Its loneliness,thus appeased Back to Poems |
