And His Name Is

3/11/13

his heart hides low in an allay

as a shadow amongst the dark

patiently waiting for the right light

to cast its shape upon the graffitied bricks of love

until this day comes

this heart will continue to beat

in the pattern of its owners name

his heart hides deep in a box

as a jewel amongst the trinkets

patiently waiting for the right appraiser

to set its value apart from the costume jewelry of love

until this day comes

this heart will continue to beat

in the pattern of its owners name

his heart hides quietly in a library

as a tome amongst the shelves

patiently waiting for the right reader

to value its truth over a fictionalization of love

until this day comes

this heart will continue to beat

in the pattern of its owners name

and his name is lone-ly, lone-ly, lone-ly

and his name is lonely