Take Heart


My heart has eyes to see inside
the glass that has contained in,
a paper message of my love
written, placed and folded.
Where once so flat and languid,
the words, a river bed,
with thoughts and hopes of longings
and even the unsaid.
Such cruelty befits
no one. A judge,
not one is true.
For all are blind
and sees their soul.
We see each self, in you.
To look inside where clear
and see soul's fading thoughts,
a message in my bottle
Penned from this paper heart.

Raine Les 7/2/2008