Revised version, "Cold Heart"

[butterflydreaming]

Even if now my heart is a cold-walled manor
Whose windowed rooms let in the perennial chill
As easily as they drew the warmth of summer,
Even when in the gardens, all the birds are still,
silent, rigid statues among the bare-limbed trees,
as bereft of their song as the frost-killed flowers
are empty of the tune of pollen laden bees,
Even though the clocks have long lost the brass-etched hours,
Unwound, neglected like all the machines inside,
behind the barred and chained and padlocked great main door,
Even while in twisting corridors, without guide
Hope wanders ~ yet steadily burning at its core
My spirit's fire reaches out from the hearth you tend
With light to keep me warm, my always watchful friend.

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