A Molten Heart

Do you ever experience that feeling,
Of things unknown, yet known to come?
When you feel the opposite of déjà

Song of the Heart

When the dew caresses the myrtle tree...
When the sunrise smiles on the peony...
When the rose is kissed

THE HEART

From within, an ache that grows
Filling the boundaries of my mind
Spreads the pain and on it flows
To reach the heart

I lay here cold and lonely,
My heart is on the floor.
It lays there where you left it,
When you walked right out the door.

I

I feel you I know you
at rest where it's safe
your scars though healed
so deep and afraid of pain

Reality now your keeper
I feel