FALLEN HEARTS
I can trace my fingers
across the broken bones
of yesteryears far told.
I feel the blood spilled poppies
that haunted whispers blow.
My heart lays deep buried
with the grievances of families
who lost love's last touch
upon the heart of Normandy.
I strive to hear the sparrows
singing strong and brave
to a country's failing sorrow
and a love that can't be saved.
From these poppies grow
an honour long foretold
of simple people and simple lives
who's darkness brough my light.
I will never see thee,
love will pass you by,
your dreams will create a mist
that lonely hearts will cry.
Shadow's softened light
will teach me how to love,
when bones of the past
leave me all alone.
Why can we not exist together
in our secret garden.
I live to see this day when
our heart will come together
and hsed tears no more.
by Christina Clark