Beat Still, Heart

Beat Still, Heart


Beat still, heart,

quiet, but quick of step I hear them giggling,

populating empty cerebral corridors,

resembling excited children with their colour and glory,

radiant in rose tinted spectacles,

appearing wider than I recall.


A shift from vivid images,

past happiness continues to sail in from yesterday, last year or another lifetime,

on a breeze infusing longing desire.


Our comfort is a huddle of warmth,

from soft arms cradling wrapped delicate shoulders of a weary life traveller,

the whisper of love sets these priceless memories free,

where once again they become our smile…….


beat again sweet heart……






©Nick Hawkins 2015, all poetry rights reserved




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