i found
two old leather journals while cleaning out my old pick-up truck
yesterday

i can't wait
to read the parchment and listen to all
of the things that my heart had once to say

my heart,
it always
listens then
speaks

i swear
at times,
like tears,

i see those
old leather
journals leak

i'd love to
dust them off
down by the
old river
today

sink into
my captain's chair
and allow
my heart
some time
to play