czecelee

what are hearts made of?

Of love
and lies
of promises
of pieces 
of you and me


gold dust and trust
joy and pain


willows and daisy whites
of little smiles
of abundant laughter
Tears and spills 
mirrors and memories.


Endless arrays of hopes
and broken dreams.


Of little aches, of little pain
of rupture and sorrows
of roses
of thorns.


Of misty mornings
dewy nights
of blinding stars
of balmy moon
Sunshines
of rain
of peace
and war.


Of whispered secrets
of hums, of songs
of freedom
and prison.


Of deceit and alliances
betrayal and loyalty


of stones and bearings
of mallows and clouds.


Of heroes and villains
of endless swords
and speechless.


Of muted shouts
and loud arouse.


Of impotence
and passionate
and fertile grounds
of unbounded seeds.


Of sea of green
and blinding browns
Of hues of blue
and yellows abound
shades of grey
red violets and rainbows.


Of wind of life
and zapping death.


Of thousand ships 
and endless shores.
Of sea of mist
and clear dewy morn.


Of you and me
Laughter and pain.
Sorrow and longing.
Of love and rain.


The garden of eden
roses and thorns
blades of grass
in the tomb 
of mourn.


Of knives
and death
Graves and earth
the dawn and twilight


The sign of life

And immeasurable end.