The Wounded Heart

A wounded heart cries, fills its lonely glass Held, caressed by the anguished hands of sorrow Hoping memories last, as tears trespass To rebuild the temple love did borrow Pouring eyes awash in long thinning streams Their sadness a relentless rolling wave Upheaval from within choking the dreams Leaving nothing to remember or save Lost in the rushes and chained to the pain The heart is bleeding from wounds it conveys While scattered momuments crumbled from strain Lay dying, in the garden of yesterday To find one breath shared with the pain now kept And feel the wounded heart when love has wept