Friday, October 8, 2010

The Keys

The keys; they cry.
The heart cannot go on
if it does not have the path
to the soul.

The keys; why so dusty?
Age will not harm what is immortal
The keys; why are you cold?
When I am right here.

My heart; it cannot go on
without the path
to my soul.

The path cannot go there
without the soul.