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……
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