Monday, October 13, 2014

My Heart is Stone

My heart is stone
It doesn’t move and it isn’t swayed
I feel no pain

My heart is ice
It doesn’t feel and it doesn’t change
I am all I need

My heart melts
Your fire torched my soul
There is a ray of gold

My heart is vapor
It is gone and replaced by you
The dawn breaks

My heart is alive
Reborn and glorious
I love being alive  

(C)  October 2014
Duane Windell Phillips
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