it's okay, Paper Heart,
after enough holes are poked
after enough rips are torn
the light can finally get through

I thought I've seen the light, all of us assiduously seek,
though in a flash,for only an ethereal moment perhaps.
I yearned to catch that gleam in my wavering words,
so that I can keep it in your lovely eyes  where it belongs,
wasn't I right, in thinking so, only your eyes can tell me now.
I eagerly peer in to those dark eyes when you read my verse,
the magic happens ,my being beats in unison with that light, dissolves

apples lost
to early rot
first blush of red
on mottled skin
a sallow death
sure as sin

crow of night
crowns the branch
boldly pecks
a hole so wide
plucks the worm
from inside

It looks blinkin' high,
I laughed
well
she was talking of the sky,
as big as a giant
she said,

Think then
said I,
how big is the bed
if the giant's as big as the sky?

Oh, easy,
the bed's slightly smaller than
the giant who's taller by far
than the giants I've met
even those
at the giants bazaar,
so the sky must be huge,
as big as a giant,
she said.
and
that's by far
the strangest but
true tale.

a voice
whispered
unto
me
speak lord
my
heart is clear
faith
washed
away
my fears