There are many ways to enter someone's heart but what do they mean?

Do you love me with your heart or
Do you just think you're in love?
Do you miss me in your silence or
Do you just miss me with your words?
Do you desire me with your passion or
Do you just desire me with your touches?
Do you wait for me in anticipation or
Do you just pencil me in your diary?
Do you cherish your memories of us or
Do you just let them fade with time?

There are many lives for those who love
There are many more for those who believe
There is just sorrow for those who fear
And dreams of what could have been.

In the silence of long absences
In the retreat of unspoken words
In the confusion of dreams with reality
There are little thoughts and big thoughts
Little thoughts of how it feels to hold and kiss you
Big thoughts of how it feels to love and miss you.

Sometimes I fear you will never discover how much.

Your contours that mark the sand
Depresses the earth into an outline
You are traces of a man
Hollowed out by the horror of your pain

Oh! Son of man, where is ye shame?
You are bound like an ox to a chain
Your body sways like a pendulum
As you lower and  harvest their grain

Chains bind you to your fellow men
So that feet that once ran move now in defeat
They motion as a reminder of your labours
And the bond you have with your captors

Liberty, justice and all that was good
You were made to abandon for a morsel of food
"Yes Master, no Master, three bags full Master"
Baa the woolly sheep bleated in surrender.

Why let the dust of your labours
That fill the air with its derision
Settle willingly on your once dark skin
Mixing your blackness into a confusion

Black is the colour of your conscience
Black was the colour of your rituals
Black feet ran and black hands played
Black babies were the dawn of a new age

You let that slip through your fears
Your memory blurred by ashes
Your brain that incinerated your courage
Condemned you to the life of a savage

Rise up, son of man who fears freedom
Your traces will have no roots
An outline of your existence
Is a hollow grave without its occupant

Don't preach the Bible as your saviour
Unless you have more to offer
Don't mark your  history by enslavement
And the heritage you were made to abandon

That chain that links your past
To a future that is bleak
Is a God of eternal bonds
Secured by your hidden Masters

Your children dance in the shadows of your enslavement
Morphing  your chains into a cross
A freedom founded on great men and courage
Is short-lived by bitter recriminations

The ghettos, the drugs, the guns and deaths
The rap that is the anthem of your anger
Makes a chain between right hand and left
As your youth disappears  forever

My fingers reach out
To my left
Searching gently for
Your  missing contours
That  radiate as shoulders
Your missing contours
That dip as a waist
Your missing contours
That arch over me as arms
Your missing contours
That are the strength in your legs
Your missing contours
That is a chest full of passion

My fingers retreat in defeat
But they never abandon you.

The long journey
Through uncharted waters
Found you floating in the horizon
A discovery not of new shores
Or precious minerals
But an enticement
of irresistible Beauty
We float in unison
We float with  purpose
We unravel simple truths
That lie behind
Our mystery
Of New Beginnings