My Heart… Cupped in My Hand

Love was a child's dream, disintegrated

resigned to knowing, a soul is not mated

One dark desert night, the dream resurrected,

and a sleeping heart woke unprotected

Didn't want to feel, as every sweet scene

shattered the walls built hasty between

Didn't want the taste of bliss deep inside,

a hunger that couldn't be satisfied

Now here I stand, and this is my heart…

cupped in my hand, broken apart

Half of a soul, wakened with a gasp

seeing it can be whole, but unable to grasp

Slightly obscene, the irony, razor-sharp,

the childish dream was a truth of the heart

For all that it hurts, can't return to sleep,

a beating heart that wants a love to keep

So I guess here I stand, soul missing a half

Broken heart in my hand, but old dreams intact