A piece of your heart
Goes somewhere very far
You try to hold on
But the wind is too strong

It climbs over mountains
And swims across seas
It travels the world
Looking for a special destiny

At times it loses hope
At times it loses faith
Still it keeps going
For somewhere between that there is a big dream

How far will it go?
How long will it take?
It remains a mystery
But as long as it keeps searching
One day, it will fit in his place



Hopeful Soul

From
the veil of
trees, I can
peer into
your window,
and count
the family,
imagine them
gone to bed,
dreaming of blue,
"underwater, unaware."

Those summer
evaporations tickle
my skin,
bring on such
an observational
itch:
how you,
freshly out
of the pool,
bloomed
brightly on
Betamax.

If I lay down and close my eyes never to wake again lay me down in a bed of flames to melt my bones.
Set a wreath out on the floor and wrap garland around your door.
As the world moves on and they sing the Carol Of The Bells know that my soul will be waiting.
Decorate your tree with gentle hands, stringing lights and hanging peaceful memories as you go.
Fill my stocking with cinnamon and cloves and know that on Christmas morning you will find that neatly wrapped under the tree is a last gift from me.
It is scarred and broken, but it is the most precious posession. Treat it well, keep it close and know that you are the only place I want to be for all of my eternity.

The fire of your heart will need stoking with compunction
and the fuel of charity to keep it alight.

every effort, however small
each giving of the self
no matter how confused
is a worthwhile pursuit
in the great scheme of love.