My Guiding Heart

When all things pass away

We are left with memories

Thoughts that trigger other thoughts

The hand that so often

Still feels warm in mine

Continues to touch me

And unbearable pain ensues...

Gripping angst swallows me whole

The time that was ripe for picking

Has been swept away by howling winds

There was such strength in that tempest

Emotion driven strength that billowed

Above all else to gain muscle power

With all tears erased and all hatred burned

I move to a level of acceptance

Where I feel the peaceful touch thought lost

It is my heart that guides my pen

Fills the page with blood...shed for love

Not my unsteady hand nor unthinking mind

For as long as this heart fears loss

I shall feel alive within its teaching...

Protected by the fire reserved for the living

As I Bathe in a solitary reservoir of naked flames...