SPIRIT
OF THE HEART
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Many
the solitary months as
the sun set and the moon rose that
the spirit of my heart roamed seeking
the bond of friendship, of
endearment, of love, shadows
of hope which rise
on the swelling evening tide yet
vanish at the first sign of dawn – all
thus far to no avail, even
though my message reached
far North to the land
of the midnight sun, and |
far
to the South,
where
Winter’s bitter cold
to
Summer’s heat has turned -
messages
sent with speed
far
exceeding the fiercest winds,
while
the seconds slowly pass
as
the spirit of the heart
must
await yet another day
ere
the whispers of hope
on
magic wings their debut make
heralding
perhaps a message from the stars
full
of promise, encouragement, compatibility
from
another similar spirit
searching,
seeking much the same quest from afar.