When You Begin To Speak With Your Heart Poem by RIC BASTASA

after dinner my wife leaves
to pray inside our room

you have no plan leaving
the night is deep and dark

outside we sit on the grass
and you are trying to cope up

with softness looking for
some tiny stars above us

you talk i have always prepared
myself to listen to your stories

and your poems
always sad and dedicated to

those who are dying but still
wanting to breathe

you sigh you talk about a name
he is your son and your minds

are two poles apart
you want to touch him like

a very dear friend
but he already lives in another

world in a mind he calls his own
at such a very young age

you remember a big river
meeting this big rock in the middle

they parted ways like
a paper that you cut and crumple

you have more to reveal
but my wife has switched off the light

in her room and you understand
this place is not yours to shed your tears

now you must go and find
your son again his heart his mind....