I was recently going through some old boxes and came across a few poems that I wrote over thirty years ago. This is my favorite; I hope you like it, too.
The heart hears loudly, voices softly spoken.
It cries the tears of today’s tragedy;
It smiles with tomorrow’s hidden hopes.
The heart sees clearly, visions scarcely conceived.
It fears the hurt that strikes its core;
It loves what it dares to embrace.
The heart speaks strongly, words hardly heard.
It argues against logic’s best reasoning;
It trusts in no wisdom but its own.
October, 1984
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