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.

Silent Treasure

Into the dark, deep recesses
of an old, forgotten shell,
Silence melts and drips
to make her way and fill in
every unloved space within;
and then,
when she's stayed long enough,
cracks turn into golden ingots -
a human form smelted
to unearth treasure hidden.