My
Heart
My heart is aching
in the dark place
where mystery doesn't seem quite enough
to assuage the pain
of those that will never heal
from the wound
of being in this time and place...
My heart is aching
and I see the dust rising,
billowing from the fall,
chasing us to find the small door,
the one that
takes us down by going in...
Where nothing is everything
and messages paint the interior for those that will read
someday of love so great
that the sacrifice is in the waking
of pinpoints of light
that circle,
winding into the heart aching,
as if it will never cease...
My heart is aching,
in the dark place...
Lea
Goode-Harris ©
September 11,
2001-