Silken Gold

The heart has bled tears of sorrow

And been cut by shards into bits by furlough

And sometimes when I cry quiet tears

I look at the rubbles of yesterday, hopes of tomorrow.

Many years have passed making the same mistakes

And now my faults cause great distaste;

I could do with some pepper in the chicken broth

Because I am beyond doubt, beyond unbecoming wrath.

I need a balm that soothes my throat

So that I can laugh again after the weeping bouts

And when I lie ruminating on my fancies

You gallop in my mind's eye all prim and dandy.

I see no fault in you or those about

And yet I must ponder on all the past routs;

Good will is a prop that creates breezes;

Have I faltered there to see such freezes?

Tonight as you sleep deeply and serenely

I might creep up in your dreams discretely

Because what is a lesson learnt without

Hope and correction and changed sounds.

So the tone is different, the pitch more low,

The words are more of love and loving flow,

The actions are more mindful and conscientious

And the intention is deep-rooted in life-giving emotion.

So there I let the peace in me dawn

And rest my case as one reborn

Into a heart so golden, so daring, so bold,

So decisive and clear, of most silken gold.