Heart Defined Poem by James Casey

I am a man whose heart's defined
By the many words I write and say
With little constrains in mind
I've lived them day after day…

That does not mean I'm flawless, for
I am not, and neither is she
I'm often lost in review, or
Often concerned with me…

I take the time to list, decree
(many flaws I wish to hide)
But I'll not likely let one see
What's buried deep inside…

For it is weaved, stitched
In fabric that's often mundane
In memories long ago switched
Like those she'd never share again

One night we stood among the stormed
Quite near our neighbor's rushing sluice
Drunken by the lust we formed
There, an everlasting truce

You see, I never recollect
Any memories in part
I remarked that we danced, reflect
On the storms inside our heart…

And therefore when on restless sea
We faced a hurricane
With love that wells in she and me
Embraced, we smile and long again…

To stand upon the shoreline, view
Poseidon's wrath at play
And try to remember, renew
Those events of yesterday…

Alas, there goes my foolish mind
Pictured in whole and part
by fragmented memories defined
That lie within my heart...

Jim Casey 1962