YESTERDAY'S HEART

I have my heart from when a child,
I keep it on a shelf,
a symbol of my innocence
that I removed from inside myself.

A misplaced age of better days,and now
each year passes even quicker, alas, I can't slow it,
and though my words are a refuge for me,
not every fool is a poet.

So I replace the heart
back in my chest,
but the innocence is gone and lost,
the part of childhood that is best.

I watch the sun move across the sky
darkening skowly as it sinks in the west,
and some things I may not understand right now,
I can only hope it's for the best.

And these visions of nostalgia,
when the haunting memories start,
I find myself looking at the world today
through the eyes of yesterday's heart.

February/March 1992