VII. the bleeding hearts

The bleeding hearts 

Whisper in the wind:

They speak to me

Of simpler times

Before the world turned gray.

They dance in the breeze

And sing their song

And show me I'm not alone.

But sorrow came in 

And stabbed the hearts,

One drop of blood 

frozen in time.

But with sorrow came true joy.

Still the bleeding hearts

Show me I'm not alone.

They share my pain

With beauty of their own.