The mind knoweth not
Where the heart doth go
As a lovesick breeze of eagerness
Carries it to and fro
Having no knowledge of where or why
That former blissful wind came
The mind is not at fault
Only life is to blame
For this tumultuous storm rising
Leaving sheer destruction in its path
And a desperate longing for peace
To replace that which razed from wrath
Whilst shards of glass crumble
Under thy very feet
Thou too dost tread
Upon reconstructable debris
Forgiveness is an everlasting mortar
Well mending fragments of a broken heart
The mind now knoweth whence it came
And surely now, where to start
Brighter Poetics 
Apr 12, 2014 @ 02:47:29
Thank you for following my blog so I could be led to yours. I look forward to reading more of your work. I have enjoyed what I read. 🙂 Peace. ~ Michael
Apr 12, 2014 @ 03:08:47
Thanks, hope you continue to enjoy! 🙂 Peace – Charlene
Apr 13, 2014 @ 16:25:25
Your poems have such a variety of language to them. I can picture walking barefoot over the broken pieces here just as I can see forgiveness as mortar.
Apr 14, 2014 @ 01:03:10
Thanks Kim…I hoped to accomplish this mental picture!
Apr 14, 2014 @ 02:44:22
The mind is playing with the heart – and the combination is exquisite, my dear friend!!
Apr 14, 2014 @ 21:57:45
Thank you Christy! 🙂
Apr 19, 2014 @ 16:17:46
Happy, peaceful and Blessed Easter,
Apr 19, 2014 @ 19:23:25
Same to you Maxima! 🙂