Hearts

Hearts

Hidden sometimes
strangled ~
alone
a wild strange cry
like a distant sea bird;

hurt sometimes
bandaged ~
broken
splinted or a splinter
poking bleeding;

my heart.

Secretive sometimes
soaring ~
sailing
skilled in unknown waters
under a darkened sky;

steady always
beating gently ~
velvet
yet tough enough
like an anchor;

your heart.

© ACG
24 July 2006
~ for Cris