to Haggai
inspired by the works of Emily Dickinson


Has it occurred to the tender heart of yours
The might that your body and action possess?
Or how fast you sweep over, without any use of force,
The heart and spirit of one, beyond any border of sense?

For the cry of such innocent one is soon to be burst and
smothered,
When you smother the fire in the heart that you once
inflamed,
Whereupon the cry's echo is continually slaughtered,
As the image of the executer is not killed all the same.

And for the heart is still captured, it will still run that
wicked course,
Not even the most powerful tyrant could take it over or
oppress -
As neither the absence of your endearing smile could dry out
that love source,
Nor could the touch of your sweet lips or your warm caress.

Yet I wonder still that it is your own heart and spirit that
remain tender,
In spite of the tear-washed battles they consequently
withstand -
Hence there's no wonder hearts and spirits to this day
surrender
To the glow that shines from your eyes, lips and hand.




© August 2001