Charting the Heart, by James Matthew Coleman

James Matthew Coleman

Charting the Heart

Look beyond these words

And address the in-between

Here lies a rest assured

With conscience squeaky clean

When you gave me your shelter

And let me so quietly sleep

The moment was set in stone

Forever carved inside of me

So across a deepening sea

And over barren land traverse

Donning weary blistered feet

Or ship most wholly submersed

—I stay the course

If not by blackened wing of flight

Then on captured feral horse

With the sinking land in sight

From under rising water rose

—The lies of all who love,

to drown the ones who hope.

(2013)

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