Heart Of Sky Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Mountains make a mole hill
out of a love that is no more.
Oceans make a puddle
out of the tears upon the shore.

Winds make a requiem
out of the sadness born in cry.
Forgiveness lights the dim
and makes the heart as big as sky.

A sigh that dies untold
can take a secret with its lead.
From hand to hand we hold
the moments' grain from which we feed.

A mirror holds the rain
of the looking glass reflection.
The truth cannot ordain
any pattern of perfection.

Circles hold the center
and hang the honeysuckled moon.
Gardens sleep in winter,
with the dream of returning soon.

Today is a keepsake.
Tomorrow sips on yesterday.
A lily from the lake
drinks the shadows of night and day.

Dream me your lullaby,
and dream me naked as a rose.
Dream me a heart of sky
that I might open when you close.