Unresolved

Unresolved lie the things of the heart,
locked rooms, where keys have been lost,
or windows closed to the air of spring
or books left out in a foreign tongue.

Force cannot prise open tight hearts
or decipher the symbols in books,
for patience must walk at great length
through the different levels of pain
to reach all dimensions of grief.

Costly for us is all love
as we price our days in good fortune
but are charged for sadness and sorrow.
Harsh is the road and relentless
that leads us a lifetime in circles
living impervious questions
in the dust-gathering room of heart space.