We are all just searching
for that lost
slice of happiness,
that moment of clarity,
when the mind focuses
and through the blurred outlines
an image becomes more defined.
The signs all align to say this road is the one.
The destination is on the horizon,
and your heart will run free.
The last play of the song.
The queen of hearts
was never wrong.
And she sings
to let us know that
our thoughts are never alone
on this long road to the place
we will call home.
I listen to her and I’m mesmerised.
She doesn’t see her own shine,
she doesn’t hear the lilting rhythm of time
singing through her lips, every breath a kiss.
For she is home.
She is hope
in a world still so ill-defined.
The queen of hearts
plays her cards
and the fool sits unaware
that she lays them out for him only.
For we are all searching,
looking for that
last slice of happiness.
That moment of levity,
a fleeting second of brevity
where we let go of the frailty
of our feelings, so brittle and weakening,
and levitate above it all
as we accept hope
to set up home in our hearts.
Where the song continues to play.
And in our hearts
we know the words better
than any that we have ever had to say,
for the words talk of love in spades,
that diamond light
of a star setting the sky ablaze.
And our minds club
these words together into a simple phrase.
Three words laid out for eternity.
Cards played.
We live our lives in the hands
of the queen of hearts.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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