Hearts

August 1

I am thankful for hearts, in the literal sense, and in the figurative sense. In other words, the organ that pumps our life's blood through our bodies enabling life, and the word used to describe a loving connection between people. Two life giving things.

This photo is of a heart shaped rock that my family found in the Merced River in Yosemite National Park. I like heart shaped things so I had to photograph it. Perhaps one could extend the metaphor and say that true love is as solid as a rock (apologies to Paul Simon and his Loves Me Like a Rock song), if that's not too corny.

I wrote the following poem ages ago seems like. I decided to resurrect it from my files just because the title fit today's blog topic.

hearts again

took so long

to repair my broken heart

just getting over you

learning to be apart

but throughout that time

i never did forget

still cared for you

and remembered my debt

for i owed you

much more than i could repay

what you gave of yourself

still remains today

but seeing you again

renews the memories

from those days back then

time repeating itself

it hearts again.

its hearts again

love on the mend

burning fire for you

hunger and desire for you

hearts again

will ever be true.

hurt and hope often run together

along that dusty old road and then

we sometimes have to carry

our hearts around the next bend

but when at last we make that turn

we find love and then

its hearts again.

© rt tulley