A crevice of the heart
put under a lock and key
where some remain housed,unknown
hidden from the eyes
only ones’ own to see
this little corner in a huge wide world
abode of a few
most do not enter, few never leave
held fastidiously, like anchor
mooring ship lost at sea
walk away at choosing some think they do
alas, fail, never grasp,
the door is lost to key
time, constant, changing, unkept
setting conscience to fires, never put out
amber, glow, light, warm
presence felt, never letting go
crimson shades of bloom, fading to gold,
leaves, flakes, they turn to dust
never cease to grow