Blood and Dust

"A library of sorrow, and room of regret"

With my hand I placed my heart inside a book.

Its blood ran out, permeating each empty page.

Then I placed it softly to my ear, one last time.

I planted a seed of reflection, in my fertile mind.

The beating of my once true heart often stolen.

Shelved high and hidden, no trace but the dust.

Sparkling specs, cascade past sun-brushed sill.

While the beat within, follows her steps outside.

I am no longer burdened by the temper of desire.

Except to mourn the loss of my clean hardwood.

Sometimes, I witness a phantom in the moonlight.

It is merely her image alive, deep inside my heart.

There is a sound you can hear as each day passes.

Like fingers turning pages, warm whispers on skin.

Once I thought my heart was broken, battered all.

I shall never lose it again, forever set upon my wall.

Reviews

[Troy Henson]

A very nice descriptive heart felt piece Astro. If only life was so perfect that we could actually shield ourselves from pain and heart ache but then how or what would we write about?

Regards
Troy

[Astro]

Thank You Troy. I think that sometimes it is possible to become numb and in essence be shielded from the pain, but it is still a sad state to find oneself in. If you can't feel your heart beating, then the only thing left to write about would be the question of your mortality. Am I alive or really dead? This piece was simply an expression of a cumulative pain that would better off forgotten, but attached to that pain is the object of desire which we sometimes must leave behind whether we like it or not.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

The beating of my once true heart often stolen.
Shelved high and hidden, no trace but the dust. -- I feel these lines...I can relate.

Beautifully written. This has a different voice than much of your other work...an evolution, perhaps, of both emotion and technical style that truly creates a distinct and moving piece. I love the imagery...the dusty books, the hiding away of the heart, the sound of days passing and the idea that we can take out that part of us that truly feels and shield it so that it doesn't feel pain--sadly, I think this is impossible. Beautifully written, truly one of my favorites of yours.

[Astro]

It's always a pleasure to find that my words have found their way to you and left such and impression. Thanks for the uplifting review.