Ryley Clarke
Is it healing or is it time passing, I wonder.
When I think of you for a moment, I am only indifferent
Yet if your name lingers as if the embers of a fire, a tinge of pain rises in my heart with the
smoke of the golden flames
And when your name fades into the cloudy skies, the tinge of pain sinks back into my heart’s
depths.
I am curious; what must be the weight of my mother’s heart for only after one love loss has my
chest grown heavy.
More marbles being added to my dear organ
How much strength we must gain to prevent our hearts from falling to our livers, to our
thighs, to our feet.
One must understand that our hearts are vast oceans.
Let the bliss stay in the shallow ends, soaking in the light of the sun.
Let the pain drop below to the deepest, darkest parts of the seas
And if at times it must float atop, let the waves drown it back down.