Saturday, July 17, 2010

Survivor of a War

The wounds of my heart
bleed not anymore
The breath of my soul
breathes on.

The urn that holds my heart
shines no more, at all.

Shattered, uncontrollably destroyed
by a ruthless wolf
portraying love: in love forever…

Billions of ashes lay in that urn,
that shines no more,
and the breath of my soul
breaths on.

And in the place where the old heart
used to beat,
a new stronger heart
beats now
maybe forevermore.

written: Sept 30 1996