The Heart Has No Draw-string...

The heart has no draw-string

But spills constantly

Into life’s moments

Molding memory

Time is too precious

To clench; thus we dare

To love though its losses

Are grueling to bear

Into empty moments

We fling our trust

Before its extolments

Embellish time's dust

Darling, the night

Soon eclipses Today

I’ll spill my heart

To taste come-then-what-may

…for the heart has no draw-string

And I cannot keep

Music of moments

From vexing its deep

© Janet Martin