A vault impregnable, impervious, impossibly shut and locked Is the Heart of Humans. Desires, hopes, dreams, lusts and longings closed within it. Steel encased in concrete is like Butterfly wings compared with Its hardened walls of Flesh.
What kind of dark Humors reside therein? The swirling mist of “Myself.” Gazing always inward. Unable to see or imagine a world outside of Self-imposed confinement, Completely alone. Companionless.
There is One. Who has a Key.
Can we allow this One, With Pure motives To unlock the Vault? So that Light may enter unhindered And, “Myself” might “See”?
There is Hope That Freedom may penetrate And the Heart may become…
My heart wanders out into dusk Not quite night; No longer daylight. Stars wink behind a light veil of clouds Reflecting off of the shimmering, blue-gray surface of the water.
“Where are you going?” I asked. My heart looked back and shrugged. “Off to the forest where once I found in dappled sunlight the Love of Life. Then, across the Savannah in search of Hope Immeasurable.”
“But, what if the Beast of the Forest who hides among the flowering Rowan should appear? Or, the ravenous Lion of the Great Grasslands? Surely, you will be devoured!” said I.
With a gleam in his eye and lilt in his voice, he said, “My Friend, how can I know the exhilaration of living without a life fraught with such things? How can I thank the Heavens for Life and Light if I have not seen the possibility of Death and Darkness? Where is Joy when there is no sorrow?”
I nodded and watched as my heart turned toward his destiny and wondered, “Shall I ever see him again?”
“You know that I don;t love you,” she said. Her dark brown eyes gazing intently into my blue ones.
“Yes,” said I. “And, I don’t love you.”
As we continued to look into each other’s soul, my mind wandered down a long, dark hallway. At the end there was a door the color of the sky just before the darkening clouds rush in from the West.
Behind the door, a room like someone’s attic. It was filled with boxes written upon with “Kitchen,” or “Master Bdrm.” There were old lamps and even a broken down old refrigerator. All of these coated in a thick layer of dust accumulated over many years of lying here.
Hidden.
Unwanted.
Forgotten.
A sudden movement caught my eye. I glanced to my left and saw a tiny flash of light. I walked toward it, moving some old box, “Misc. Junk.” I looked down and saw a small creature. It reminded me of a firefly that floated silently above the floor. But, this was no insect. It had arms and legs. There was a face framed by golden hair cut short in a sort of bob cut.
I was caught, captivated, enthralled at this sight. “I’ve never seen anything like you!” The creature flew up so that we were face to face. Her radiant smile, (for the creature was surely a “Her”), spoke to my heart in ways that words cannot possibly express.
“I have been here for a very long time,” she said. “I have waited these many long years hidden among the dusty clutter of your heart. Waiting for this moment.”
With that she dove into my chest.
What warmth! The heat spread from my chest to my arms, my legs. It surged like a tsunami to by mind.
And, then I knew.
Suddenly, I was back sitting across from her. Her brown eyes still gazing into mine.
And, I saw a light within those eyes.
“We say there is no love. Yet, our eyes,” says I, “our eyes say Yes.”
