Treasure Island

Junepaulette GasrelTibbetts

(13 June 1959 / Queens, New York)

Hidden In My Heart.


Do you see,
the world as I?
Oh how I wish to know...
That sky is blue.
And grass is green?
That snow,
floats softly
down...
That music soothes,
Our hardened hearts.
That -
Even the moon I see-
from my back door.
Has been viewed
once earlier before?
I don't ask- That you
see my world
Thru my eyes alone...
But that you see,
the world in beauty
and in honest truth...
The moon sits
in my window now...
Calling to my name.
It peeks between
the giant pines-
Tempting me to believe...
That moons were meant to offer
A token from afar.
like bottles thrown
in oceans.
By lovers,
with dreams inside their hearts...
In search of that great promise -
that never
quite arrives...
I wonder if,
You see the stars- as they dance across the sky?
Offering their little diamond face
to all who brave the night.
Who look upon the vast unknown-
Who dare to call -out loud...
And maybe once or twice believe-
Theres' more,
to all
we know...
I wondered once,
Where I left my heart?
Out in fields of my beloved France...
I wondered if it
Thrives still among the blue of flowers.
Long gone to my sight...
I wondered,
If it felt the sting,
to be troddened down in fields
Of lavender and grapes...
Of soft swept ocean winds,
Upon the meadow calling.
'CHILD- come back...
You've wandered way too far from home...'
I picked the one
called-
'Forget me not'
But never did it bloom...
It simply lingers,
Even longer...
Hidden,
In my Heart...

Submitted: Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Edited: Thursday, September 18, 2008

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  • Roy Gotaas (10/11/2008 1:34:00 AM)

    To be exiled far from what one may call home
    Is melancholy sometimes Junepaulette.
    Travelling litters the planet with pieces of one's self,
    But where exactly did I leave my heart? (Report) Reply

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