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Only when the picture fades

Do I realize the beauty

Its dull colors contain.

Memories I am reminded of

Of times long forgotten

And those I was once among.

Days of nonsense youth

That I so enjoyed while

searching for the truth.

But only years later

With the vivid colors gone

I have become greater.

1. Rebirth.

2. Honeyed skies.

3. Hunting for the lost things.

The Wild Hearts is a network for those who have something to say to a love lost, or a love cherished. For those who are still in love with the art of a simple letter, turned into poetry or prose.

We will be offering prompts monthly for the time being, for those who are interested in submitting or simply tagging #thewildheartsnet in your pieces.

February’s prompts:

Thaw;
the myth of a frozen heart.

Star-crossed dreamers;
distance is like a galaxy ripping apart at the seams.

Elixir;
the antidote to a heart poisoned.

The stars tonight and the moon. They move. Slowly, across the room. Shining on the horizon. Headlights in a driveway. In the quiet I hear your name. A love song on the radio.

J.c.A

My mind searches in the deep corners of 3:00 am and even in the darkness I can find you.

J.c.A

There were nights you fell asleep in my arms. It became habit to hold you. One, in my soul, I still cannot break.

J.c.A

Ask the sun why it shines and it will tell you why I love you.

J.c.A

Even on my darkest nights, I dream of you in color.

J.c.A

Now my heart has let you in. All that it is, is yours to hold. Keep it. Hold it tight. You could make it a home.

J.c.A

Those things that went left, love, we can make them right. My heart will never be set on leaving.

J.c.A

J U L I A N ~

Just enough strength to carry on

Under the weight that’s not been gone

Long from his back for months and years

Is all I ask; though I have fears

As to his soul, his artist’s heart

N’er to be healed, should it break apart.

Age to Age

Someday, I know, the words will fail  
   To speak things both you and I      
       can comprehend.

But until that time, when age and  
  love so blur the senses and reason    
     goes absent without leave,

I will love you with word and tongue,  
   in deed and in truth,
 Out of both a conscious choice,  
     and absolute necessity.

Every Morning in the Mirror

We remind ourselves

that courage isn’t a feeling,

that love is a choice,

and that the truth is beautiful,

And we go on our way.