All Hearts

The hurt that I thought had left me
that I'd weft in the fabric of progress.

Is bleeding through un-tangled reeds
and binding old blood with new life.

That dissolves the crumpled sheets of guilt.
I've folded in the creases of my heart.

I'm happy as I tarry
in the last of my pain.

I feel full to the brim.
The night soaks through the film

of my understanding
allowing me too to shine.

It's a new life that scrapes
under every measure.

I ever set, and is stronger for it.
I spoke to the trees and thanked the stars tonight.

Why I thanked them. I don't know.

Why thank them?

Because they remind me I'm
as alive as anything that ever
lived.


Dedicated to Erika