The Heart Speaks Many Words

What does the heart say to you?

Hands entwined, facing a world unknown,
Terminus at every corner, a boundary at every door.
To step into the light and chase away the shadows.


I'll walk with you the lonely roads, holding together your ragged seams,
Chasing away the nightmares that plague you in your waking dreams.
Wiping the tears from your face and throwing them into the sky,
Swashing the night canvas with the rainbows of your eye.

Holding your heart in my hands, fragile as a melting snowflake,
My breath on your neck, lips near ears, so afraid you'll break,
Kissing your eyelids and hushing the loud noises of the world,
To watch the blooming of a delicate flower, or a bright flag unfurled.

Notes of a swelling chorus, playing a melody on my heartstrings,
A rising flood of emotions, with piercing sharp pangs and stings,
Wounded by your whispering voice and the touch of your hands,
Trapped forever in an endless hourglass, beneath the falling sands.

And now the frozen, lifeless land has begun to bloom once more,
Bringing the pained and broken spirit back to the way it was before,
The ice of solidarity drips from my skin, the frost from yours,
Thin rivulets of flowing water erasing all the earthly sores.

Catching the music spun by the soul in clear jars made of love,
Hands clutched tightly together with the strength of a soaring dove,
Sewn together with the stitches of laughter, and held by a single pin,
Hope and grace so pure, in souls united, untouched by the hand of sin.

And now, rising to the finale, a crashing crescendo of pain forgot,
One soul in two bodies, the greatest miracle that loving God has wrought,
And even as the chorus fades, the music softens and rises above,
And finally, we're flying on the beautiful wings of love.