Just For The Heart To Own Poem by Captain Cur

If to this page these words of love are chained,
who will loose the bonds or visit that sweet
dungeon where shines the lamp of loveliness
and undo the gag of a voice constrained?
Through the cold bars of metal who will reach
and unlock the words, the words poetry
craves to speak, reclaiming life, nobleness,
through the ear to the heart where sight is gained;
deep seeing, pure listening, completing
what could have been more had they not been less
of what talents this cell taught them to be
there on the floor cowering and alone;
the door swings open, they are running free
no longer imprisoned, just for the heart to own.