What My Heart Can Do
Bare trees rake the sky with broken fingers.
Ice hangs from their branches and cracks their trunks.
Dark clouds loom like vultures, threatening an eternity of rain.
Wind howls down the street; a lost child begging for its mother.
Hands encased in gloves, scarf wound like a noose,
Tight to the neck – still not enough to stop the chill.
My body is dying because my Sun is gone away,
My mind is losing the battle; I sleepwalk on.
My heart will be safe. It will beat loudly and warm the earth.
It will turn the clouds away and colour the trees;
Fill their branches with leaves, mend their wounds,
Cradle the wind and sing it a soothing song.
You will walk in golden fire from the sky,
Legs and arms bare, blossom in your hair,
Because my heart can do these things
And because it is with you.