Listening to every heart
When you Write with Love
When I awoke this morn, I looked around ~
and what broke my heart, was the silent sound
of no one breathing, and no heart’s beat ~
there lay a note…my heartbreak…complete.
While the missive I read gave my eyes a sting,
there wrapped in the note, lay her ring,
and without reading the letter, word for word,
I knew it was full of the feelings I’d heard.
She doesn’t belong here anymore,
her heart now lies on another’s shore,
for he spoke to her in cadence so fine
now her heart is no longer mine.
He used expression with karmic song
and thus asked her to sing along,
took her heartstrings, plucked them well
so no longer will she be compelled
to listen to my words, or hear my voice,
I’ve lost her by my very own choice,
to not hear her, nor her words of love,
she’d packed her things, flew like a dove...
She doesn’t live here anymore,
she’s flown off for other shores,
and only lingering traces of her kiss
will I feel from the cool dawn’s mist.
He drew poetic pictures, and lured her in
and thus their soul’s dance did begin,
he took her love, which once was mine
impressed upon her, and his words entwined,
and he spoke of things she must have missed,
for he sealed his messages with love and a kiss,
he promised her the moon, under starred sky,
he would sip wine while he gazed in her eyes,
and so intoxicated she must have become,
that in my silence, to him she’s run,
and I cannot blame her any more,
that she’s run off for distant shores.
When I awoke this morn and looked around
what broke my heart was that silent sound
there is no one breathing, no heart’s beat ~
here laid the note…now my heartbreak’s…complete.
20 June 2000
~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow.
Helen Keller ~~~
[This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 06-20-2000).]