When the Heart has no Key


When the heart has no key
we live in shadows cast from within
and dream of things that are past,
of things we did not see

Yet patiently waiting
is a tiny seed,
buried so long ago,
a life hiding quietly within

until the day when spring thaws
rekindles the spirit residing within
a seed sprouting forth tender roots
renews its journey once again

in the misty morn
the song and melody
await but a time and place
for the warm embrace
to break the lock
that binds within

© 2018 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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