(A twist on something an old friend wrote years ago…he’s been on my mind lately, and although I’m sure he’s forgotten me many times over by now, I still think about him and hope he’s found his smile.)
And if, by chance, a heart learns,
That it’s a heart that yearns in error,
Should the heart then burn the bearer?
If it’s a heart then,
And it still beats then,
Whether it’s beaten up, or beaten down,
If it doesn’t quit beating,
What gives it then the sight to make it right
If it’s apart?
Perhaps the sight for a heart’s light has to come out from within – to see…to still be…that heart.