A Dry Heart Is...

Loins succumb to the distress,

The draught of the heart overwhelming.

What would it take to moisten
The tear ducts of your emotion,
To vibrate the timbre
Of your soul once more?

What would it take to lessen the pain
Of toxic memories,
Of words bearing the stench
Of dying hopes and dreams
That can still be heard?

Lest we forget,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the quiet waters,
For the meandering brook
To float the drift of your heart into safe harbor
May only extend the longing of your soul.

Humbling ones focus,

Admitting one’s share of  accountability,

Often provides renewed moistening

Of the seemingly endless windstorm of blame.

So goes many a hurtful loss

Realizing a dry heart...

Is A Dead Heart