I write about the boy I lost

From a time so long ago

I write about love's deadly cost

And how we've sunk so low

I write about a flower field

And beautiful days of sun

Expecting to tend the harvest yield

And dreaming of days to come

I write about the sea

And how it erodes the rock

How you were the sea and the rock was me

And I'm still reeling from the shock

I write about the pain

And how it never leaves the human heart

How cleansing, like a summer rain,

Forgiveness is a start

I write about the desert flower

Growing against all odds

How, before the sun, it does not cower

And how, blown by the mighty wind, barely nods

But mostly I write of the brilliance and strength

Contained within the human heart

How tired it may seem at length

Before exploding into impeccable art.