Just For The Heart To Own

If to this page these words of love are chained, who will loose the bonds or visit that sweet dungeon where shines the lamp of loveliness and undo the gag of a voice constrained? Through the cold bars of metal who will reach and unlock the words, the words poetry craves to speak, reclaiming life, nobleness, through the ear to the heart where sight is gained; deep seeing, pure listening, completing what could have been more had they not been less of what talents this cell taught them to be there on the floor cowering and alone; the door swings open, they are running free no longer imprisoned, just for the heart to own.