Heart Is Gathering Dust

Heart is gathering dust from the past Out of the blue comes the mast of sea Blanching foam covetous ream Words burst like ghosts on me a miscast And they write in a good seam Under the gleam of stage fools around Under the gleam of stage my hands are browned In the crib of life under lock and key. Heart is gathering dust from the past I must see they're not gathering rust In the gatherings of wild talks hushed Between you and me.