MY LOVE

Upon the shelf

A jar of glass remains

To the brim

Liquid heart lies knowingly

Years of being untouched

Or open

The dust of spirit

Falls and remains

Embedding the jar deep

Buried amongst the past

You stand and observe

Waiting for time

To spell thoughts for you

Adrenalin moves the fragments

Penetrating through the glass

Drowning in loves fluid

You think my name

As you part your lips

A flowing whisper falls

Exhaling

Blowing the dust and cutting

Through the silence

Your love elevates the heart

From the resting shelf

The heart craving you

And not you the heart