The Heart Not Well
The Heart Not Well Part One
The heart not well
on a garland of morning
is beating for you.
There is a story it has to tell
of a creature shapeless and forming
through curtains of regret covered with dew.
In a station of trains coming and going
time and memory merged and divided
into something alien, foreign, far from new.
I looked to the mountains where it was snowing,
and knew my love had not subsided,
because the heart not well was still beating for you.
The Heart Not Well
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J Hillenburg
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The Well of the Heart
The Well of the Heart
Could it be thou knowest not?
The well of the heart.
The love that springs forth, if love it be
Is a selfless expression.
Not a creature of need or longing,
No regret or self absorbed sorrow in its song.
No self importance or betrayal offending,
No bitterness for a life gone all wrong.
This love for a one that consumes the spirit
May be obsession, desire or lust,
But not Love.
The well of the heart knows no depth in its sounding.
The out-flow of love knows no boundary in its rising.
And all who surf its wave
Are bathed in its brilliant, encompassing warmth.
Could it be thou knowest not?
The well of the heart.
The love that springs forth, if love it be
Is a selfless expression.
Not a creature of need or longing,
No regret or self absorbed sorrow in its song.
No self importance or betrayal offending,
No bitterness for a life gone all wrong.
This love for a one that consumes the spirit
May be obsession, desire or lust,
But not Love.
The well of the heart knows no depth in its sounding.
The out-flow of love knows no boundary in its rising.
And all who surf its wave
Are bathed in its brilliant, encompassing warmth.
Last edited by witty_owl on Mon May 19, 2003 3:36 pm, edited 1 time in total.
