Copyright 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
"Tell me what's inside your heart," you wrote,
so I went hunting for the key to that neglected vault:
repository of old hurts, old loves, old lives, old dreams,
perfect hiding place for guilt and fault.
Reservoir of secret hopes,
ofttimes flooded o'erfull by streams of tears:
enough to float all happiness away,
stranded, drifting in a sea of years.
Hunt I did, in every dusty nook,
looked high and low in all the chambers of my weary soul:
each sealed room, each spiraled stair, each twisting endless hall,
that damnably elusive key my goal.
One dim map, one ancient candle frail,
nothing breaking clumsy fall, a flight:
so steep a drop, but in that darkness lay,
so long abandoned, my heart's key, once bright.
Take the key, unlock my fragile heart,
together we'll discover what has long been sleeping there:
revealing each layer, lying close upon another,
tightly packed, no room to move, no air.
Out pours passion, out pours pain...