The Heart Becomes a Child


In the darkness
In the night alone
The heart becomes a child
Sometimes because of memory
Ancient smiles flood tired hearts
Old dreams are sweet
In that forever time
When we were too young
Too innocent to know
When love was free
… When no price was made
For sharing time
Whispers of the soul
In the dark night
Old secrets we thought grand
Now small
Yet small were every sweet thing
In the world

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