Heartbeats

There is an ache that boils within me
and if it could put itself to voice
the cry would echo far
and pierce your silence
with deep reverberations
in your soul.

If it could paint a portrait of itself
the colours would be
bold and vibrant shades
and you would see it
from the corner of your eye
no matter where you turned.

If it could write itself in symphony
it would play itself 
with an orchestra 
of the finest violins and flutes  
in notes that captivate
and won’t let go.

But if all it can do is whisper
on the beat of my heart
still, you will hear it 
in your sleep
and you will know it comes
from me.



march 2007
Janet Reid





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