-- The Heart Has No Mysteries --
John Herlihy
The heart never shares mysteries,
Its deep cavern not ready to reveal.
As the sky never shares fantasies,
Its plate of blue willing to conceal.
Its interests, its loves, and its desires,
Swell and fade as phases of the moon.
Its tender-hearted warmth inspires,
A host of emotions born in its womb.
The heart speaks with a voice clear,
Whether cold, warm, black or tender.
A soft caress or cut open by its spear,
The heart exudes a force to remember.
A heart’s mystery we never fully know,
Yet still takes us where we want to go.
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Copyright © John Herlihy
Tuesday 26 October 2021
Well done... as usual.
Rebecca
PS