Heart

Day forthcoming of the night
In the influence of each
On sorrow road the curfew on your heart
Ridged and drilled like the deep furrows of a winters day
And scattered with the drawn clots and
The random birds of memories
Reminds me of the quilt of kindness
Threaded with the stitchwork of your wisdom
In which you wrapped me by the windows
Of a swailing sun
With a magic cast of hand
I could distill the essence from obscurity
With a magic caste the tribe of secrets of the age olde time
Wound in tiny spirals like a bobbin
If on that loom I could make you new again
Then I would weave a new tomorrow from the winters scene
Where May and possibility bloom together with
The thorn and foxglove both in their different time and way
May appease a heart
Or make it burst with the promises of joy