Show of Heart

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I want to be so taken with you

That I cannot look away

When day’s full-color is smothered in blue

Before it becomes yesterday

I want to know I have held soft and slow

The hard heart –hunger of long letting go

I want to trace from your head to your toe

Every last whisper of you

I want to wonder at everyday things

Until I can hardly breathe

Tug at each moment, unfasten its strings

I want to stagger beneath

This fabric so sheer that it slithers and slips

Like a satin river through my fingertips

I want to savor its mist on my lips

And drink from its gossamer springs

I want to be, not footloose, fancy-free

But wholly and holy awed

By love’s laugh-lines; dredge the rush of a sea

Spangled with kisses from God

I want to hunt for the treasure of clocks

Spilling life’s measure in teeny tick-tocks

Pry out the pearls in sun-swirls, rumpled socks

Surf on an ocean of sod

I want to wake with a thirst for Today

To learn what I ought to know

Study time’s glimmer of gold laced with gray

Stunned by its shadow on snow

I want to be a collector of art

Caught in a shimmer of tear, tug-of-heart

Lest God forbid, I ignore life’s best part

And completely miss the show

© Janet Martin

 Life is a show of art, earth its gallery, God, its heart! Don't miss it.