Reaching out with my heart
do you hear me
there in your world
thinking of things
nearly forgotten
tending to the seeds
of hopes,of dreams
almost left behind
feeling them grow
somewhere deep inside
wondering why sometimes
there is still fear
or doubt
a heart is a fragile thing
the gift precious
yet the last time-
those are thoughts
best left in the past
are you the one
sought for so long
this mind
judges others it encounters
by what it knows of you
do you know
you are with me everywhere
reaching out with my heart
here I will pause
to rest,to consider
and perhaps
to breathe once more
©Karen Damon 01/2004
