Keys to my heart

Keys to my heart (13th December, 2010)

And her face was awash with the stars,
Twinkling, twinkling on her wet cheeks
Like diamond dust, how morning frost
Patterns pavements under cold, hard feet.

Can you hear the morning star rise?
Her beckoning call to oblivious skies,
And the moon, she weeps as she wanes…
I’m under the dark; I’m holding the reins.

The cold drowns my bones and my mind,
Numbness unwelcomed, yet somehow divine.
This is the world I cannot leave behind;
This is the dawn and the clock marks time.

Beauty lies inside the smallest things:
The white-smoke exhaust, heavy ringed
Eyes in the mirror, watching myself wake
To a new day I do not wish to begin. Again.

I’ll meet you by the frozen park swings,
Three hours past dusk and minus degrees;
I gave you my heart, yet kept the keys;
Don’t unlock what you simply don’t need.

She brings the warmth and the light,
The laughter and faith I misplaced;
She opens the doors to the night,
‘What is done cannot be erased,’ she says.

And her face was awash with the stars,
Twinkling, twinkling on her goodbyes;
Like wanderlust, I felt my feet itch,
Heard pavements call under open skies.

‘You have the keys to my heart,’ she said,
‘But the door stays locked, for love is dead.’