Color of Your Heart

A house, you discover in the woods
A sunken roof, a creaking door that opens to the stairs
Worn to the bone
The musky smell of sleeping walls hangs in the air

A desk, abandoned by the years but not the dust
Hides a letter to a friend from far away
About the girls
Building forts on a sunny day, from the fallen leaves

In this left-alone chamber
You’re caught by these strangers
Who return, your look, from a grayscale photograph
Calling you clearly
From this place they loved dearly
As a nest, as a home, as a wishful dream come true
Where their children grew
With their own dreams too
Finding color in their hearts

Papa’s home, run out now to greet him he’ll be tired
Give him hugs and give him kisses as you desire
But do return
To set the silver for our feast
On this perfect day

What we see as a mystery
It’s only our history come through
For every fire, there’s a grave of ashes
Buried beneath us
Is the soil that greets us in the end
When all light has been stretched beyond all view
No more red and blue
Just a timeless hue
That’s the color of your heart

Deep down inside
Where this magic resides
It’s the same as it was and as it will be ever true
And underneath that too
Like some grayscale hue
That’s the color of your heart

John Andrew
June 2015