A Heart's Home

I do not seek the sandy earth for which to hide my heart. The ebb and flow of ocean’s tide, with time, would steal a part. The water would rush over it and as a thief would do, creep silently, with fingers clenched back into shadows blue. While pulling at my heart's small door to thrust and open wide, dispensing all the treasures there I worked to keep inside. The ocean’s much too wild a place to let a heart roam free. So, tell me if you want it, Love Else it should stay with me. I mustn't trust the mountains high for keeping safe my love in a majestic stone embrace up in the skies above. A heart is not a treasure kept within cold mighty walls; nor on some perch up in the clouds where hearts are prone to falls. Such heights can be so treacherous up where the eagles soar. Their wings could carry love away not to return once more. So, it is best this heart be kept between us, where we lay. No other place is safe enough; the mountains or the bay. Will you yet give me yours then, too? I promise I shall be the safest home, much safer than the canyons or the sea.