My Heart Left Cold by Walter Jones

It is want that leads the way across playgrounds
In pretty faces of laugh and stray
The circus left me alone
As the big top spins

Land lies in apple midst ripe stars bursting home let
Low we weep in color given as reward for love held fast
Leap in sky given hope among ranting parents want answers

Sleep fast after drink leaves amber requests in lover's passions pent
Prow across the bands of wonder learned in arms of unknown faces
Sand rumbles past wit retails of solemn news dripping hope given

Beach of days gone as water washes away all of dreams given restitute
Appears in shells bleached clean as bones left for the answers to be given

Scratch a match in natters rolling with tide helping souls come to peace
Match of revelation wailing in westward winds eroding rock lines to dust
Fears left in as much of hope as man can bear upon his throne with hope let

Each wanders past the robber and the band of faith kept a lone in lover's quark
Sea trickles past the bucket left to the wisdom of angels and failing lovers cast
Rim burns to live again in the words to smith left for essay and rhyme given purpose

Him as requester takes before giving to others the share of historic value in hues
Me just coming to my time in mental cascades feeling every drop of hindrance speaking

Find a resting of sorrow and bending of hope cast before candles burning and spirit speak
Blind as cathedrals working the crowd of day moneychangers sacrifices golden calf gone
Mind plays so many needing a reference point to understand plates stacked to heaven

Bring forth a tribute and burn animal leaving fruit and vegetables to devoured starving
Ring a bell for riding past sand left cold for freedom holds a desert faster than hope left
Call a drifter back to suppose wind and rain as dirt is mellow grows in no one knows

Val is trying to escape images of kindness growing past clouds dripping fame in help
All talk in cheap visage of needed prayers on an artist palette now growing old

May takes a rose to view new places to grow a soul in places known to truth
Say it is not so that her wind will never find a fire fly burning up best wilderness love
Red strays to fast that even in trying to stay I carry want and need past the seed left alone

Bed cold from her warmth on a dawn waiting honor and pleasant phase dripping honey
Dead lays in ghost upon embers seeking so much heart felt purpose prying in quest tried
Said lays in reasons pleading before a time in mind resting pat in heart shaped dreams

Sigh is a flyer upon a wind and words passing rails rumbling more in gather grain placed
Die she will in a will by a tree of life wanting more than a nation coming past darken

High crisp wanting needle seeking only a vein trust on moutons turning to river run
Ly as people rest past either lust placing fault triangle melting images on smoke gone
Cry as man comes home to the placid vision of his earth-gone cold his honor buried

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My Heart Left Cold
by Walter Jones (Age: 62)
copyright 02-12-2008

Age Rating: 13 to 127

Prose-n-Poetry.com

My Heart Left Cold by Walter Jones (Age: 62) copyright 02-12-2008 Age Rating: 13 to 127

My Heart Left Cold
by Walter Jones (Age: 62)
copyright 02-12-2008

Age Rating: 13 to 127