paper hearts

 

  

 

 

 

your fingers sew holes through my heart
patching here, breathing there
melting truths together, swirled
with flowing cinnamon
light and gentle

but who am I to think
that for once, in one time
those moments where I pause
and wish to reflect
and wish to mimic
would be true?

i have felt this envy stir
and been helpless to refuse
and continued on, breathless
wanting to be an acrobat
but only a monkey in a tree.

now I walk with a strange sensation
passing envelopes scented lavendar
lips of sealed wax, rosy reds
empty parchment promises
speak of news, news, see.

it's a whispered tale now,
where we dream of things we've seen
of bright eyes, watching
from skies shaded grey
and the rain that falls sweet...

please wash it away,
trimming dainty lace edges
sewing through my heart, that
lives easily to be seen
and be happier, happier.

Another original... Inspired by watching Bright Star (awesome, beautiful movie, go see it...). Today was a very thoughtful day.