The Secrets of the Heart

some things
are best held
in the dark
unseen crevices
of a heart
that bleeds
with every tear
of joy or pain;

some things
are too precious
to be flaunted
in a world
enamored by surfaces
that serve to imitate
the depths
of wild things;

some things
are to be loved
in the moment,
like the heart
that overflows
when a little child
shows you his world
in a grain of sand;

some things
are best left hidden,
so they can be
discovered, and
therefore cherished,
like wild flowers
and four leaf clovers
on forgotten trails;

some things
are just too priceless
to be shared
with a greedy world
that feasts
on flamboyance
and the impatient longings
of hearts with no room for love;

some things
are meant to be kept
just to myself,
locked in the strongholds
of a heart
that's learned
how to open doors
where there were once walls;

some things
are meant to be loved
in the quiet aliveness
of a pulsing heart
that has
suddenly remembered
how to love
all over again.