Harvesting The Heart Poem by Chris Embrick

Sometimes true love comes from a late harvest
Through lonely years the poet kept his heart
Memories floating down the river of time
From love's cistern he drew little water
Then he discovered the poetess' thoughts
Her poems filled with flowers of beauty

In memories she's stored years of beauty
From ripe fields of thought, she took a harvest
Season after season, she gathered thoughts
Reflections of the beauty in her heart
She's thirsty for the cistern's pure water
She'll draw from life's well, the river of time

His lonely heart's all but lost track of time
He fills his heart with all life's beauty
His soul's thirsty for the cistern's water
His heart is ripe to pick for the harvest
Each night his dreams accompany his heart
Love travels the river, follows this thoughts

Each restless night love takes over her thoughts
Within her soul flows the river of time
Each night alone, she sails with her heart
She searches each oasis for beauty
She picks bright dream flowers from the harvest
She scatters petals over the water

He sees her reflection in the water
Floating, each petal carries fragrant thoughts
He'll reap beauty all night from the harvest
His heart's followed love to this dream in time
Longing for her love, to touch her beauty
The cistern's water overflows his heart

Both are ready to surrender their hearts
Her love spills over into the water
With each thought of love, he sees her beauty
Their passionate poems share the same thoughts
Together now on the river of time
They gathered dream flowers from the harvest

The harvest of love fills life with beauty
Love binds their two hearts, sharing tender thoughts
Now they can drink of love for a life-time.