Come with me
Come unfold
The unheard stories of hearts untold
Firm, fragile
Fertile and true
Now broken
How unspoken
It’s shattering tune
The kind many are in tune with
The perpetual refrain of those exposed
With bleeding hearts
As others’ darts
Find their marks
Leaving precious notes scattered
To destroy the warmth of what had mattered
To make one as they have been made
Watchers
Seeing themselves faintly through a dark thick shade
The power to leave their inner cage
Eluded them at their stage
They feel empty
Bitterly
They take all that they see
So in order to make them leave one be
One began pretending
Intending
To disguise
The freedom cries
And stifled sighs amidst a tired empire
A forced falsetto in the uninspired choir
Hiding higher desires
Becoming a liar
Forgetting the fervent fevers
That fed the fire
Turning to embers
By then, it’s hard to remember
.
Heart song
9
Her heart struck dumb
His fell numb
Cold
Searching for that anthem
A chant to regain the rhythm in tandem
A spark to rekindle the fizzling flame and untame the tamed
What lyrics should one proclaim
To compose the hymn to undo the hollow one became?
The wanted epic of fame?
Of wealth, of wanderlust, of women, Of men, of drugs, of hugs Of joy?
Of pain?
Of offspring? Of others? Not one yet all
And certainly more
Looking without
To find what’s within
One has become them!
They must now look
And listen
Inside
For those natural cries
That never died
And still reside
For those who’ll listen
But still
They wander
Looking without, to find what’s within
The only way to reclaim what you had been
Is to stop
And follow the drum of your heart beat again.
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C. Copland