Listening to every heart
You ask me where I’ve gone
altho I am still here in heart ~
you say it is not as it use to be,
sweet wrath tears our world apart…
how can it be, all this time spent;
in Heaven’s name, where is the love?
You ask where the love went,
ah sweet wrath, on wings of a dove…
the terror of your youth, the dying flame;
her course of action was not the same
as mine, for still here am I, your life,
still by your side, forever your wife.
Cannot you take the memory’s pain
and rid of it for sanity’s sake?
Oh sweet wrath come evening,
in the darkness I’ll lay awake…
Knowing that forever
here I will always be,
sweet wrath of thy heart
causes tender misery.
12 May, 2000
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow