Heartsong
The break in my heart
is the break in the world,
To love, to love, to love,
Does your heart weep like mine?
And does your body not ache
with tender compassion
to see the world sleep-walking
to the edge of a chasm,
of hate,
and arrogance,
and murder too?
My soul is yours,
My love, your love,
So let us bow down
before the Goddess of Beauty above,
And bless this day,
and each other too,
For you are me,
and I am you.
I hold your suffering
in the temple of my heart,
I sing your tears of sorrow,
A mourner’s hymn to art.
And there you are, weeping,
on the other side of the flame,
sharing your heart aching
with the burning of the day.
I love you, brother,
Why are we so apart?
If only I could ease your sorrow,
If only you could mend my broken heart.
The candle flickers,
Your face is half in light,
Darkness is approaching,
The sun makes way for night.
But let us still dream,
Let us dream of the stars,
Burning through the midnight sky,
Casting light through the cracks in our hearts.
Other poems in this series:
Jason Deutsch
Jason Deutsch
