A conversation with
the heart of the World…
The tears you weep,
I keep
within
me,
they wake me at
night
when it feels
as if the Light
has left
us
for your heart
is my heart,
I feel your
pain
as the soft
grey rain
crying out for the caged ones,
the starving ones,
the unseen
tragedies,
the cruelties kept hidden
where polite people cannot know them,
but still they rise
unbidden
as wailing ghosts in their nightmares
their minds have blocked you out
but their hearts
are tied to you
and must open to you
as a spear stabbed cruelly
left me gasping,
fainting
on the edge of heartbreak,
your cries
my heart,
your heart,
trail them in
their sleep
screaming them awake
they try to drown
them
in a
bottle of vodka,
or a line off a mirror
that stares
emptily back up at them,
or buy them off with false gold
that next to your
sunshine has barely a shimmer,
not even a glimmer
of your beauty
after
the rain
they reason with logic
and big words to explain the injustice,
divorced from emotion,
because it would
hurt too much to feel
the
horror of your Real
if they thought before they ate
and saw the misery
on their plate
they would choke
in guilt and shame
and so they choose not to know
what “civilisation”
daren’t show,
they look away
and shadows
cloud over the day
the killing for fun
because they’re taught we’re not one,
Earth which
spells heart,
how can they even think
we’re ever apart?
oh!
my heart,
your heart
beats within mine
in time
with the song of our dream
as a stream
will eventually meander down to the sea
oh heart,
my heart,
their hearts
will still open
and
weep with me
that the beasts
the innocent
should be wild and free
Christine Jordaan, 2013
© 2017
© 2017
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