Hearts

Hands

A heart of gold

is only worth

what someone lets it give

A crease of time

is only worth the memories

that have been planted to live

As I stand all alone

I can feel many souls

They come to me quietly

with their love and sorrows

Wandering

into my most secret thoughts

I let them hide there

turning theirs loose

by a quiet and gentle toss

Age doesn't qualify as a matter

The heart never stops reaching

Just one life after another

And a page of words

for priceless teaching

by ©belladora

All Rights Reserved 1998

I stare

at my deeply wrinkled hands

Reflecting upon each mark

knowing they were

by effort from the heart

I am not alone

because of memories

that are there

So many have loved

So many cared

Alone

Not at all

like old ghosts

gently dancing

memories drift past

my tired closed eyes

like proud

horses prancing

by ©Dusty1a

All Rights Reserved