7 January 2014

I Will Help You Heal

Your eyes are like asterisks
And they own a secret I know;
The secret of those missing bricks
          On the walls of your heart—
The reason why you now have snow
          And yet refuse to sit by hearth.

I will burn like a smoldering ember
Until warmth in you is restored;
I will rearrange the stars of your number
          So that you seek new pavement.
I will have it floored

          With plenteous love, smiles and merriment.