A beautiful boy anchored
In her stormy sea
and held her heart captive
360 nights that made her feel alive
so no man her love would bare again to see
on night 13
wrapped the heart
in flower paper of velvet green
and took her to announce his love
in the gardens of his queen
on night 71 at dawn
he stacked the heart
in a castle made of sand
and let it wash alone to get strong
on the tip of the island that’s known to be long
on night 103 after all that
he dressed the heart
in a hat to look as a holiday angel of his art
and walked together hand by hand
in the marble lovers’ estate land
on night 211
he glued the heart
inside the glass of his ego box
and got on stage alone
without having her around staring like a fox
on night 232
he draw the heart
in all the pages of his books
and threw them from
the San Fransisco bridges' hooks
on night 360
he hid the heart
in the cords of his kithara's looks
and since then remained alone
singing his own hearts' anchored blues
.Maria Garozi-
San Fransisco, March 2009
From the Singing Boy volume
I forgot how touching poetry could be...until I read this poem. It has reawakened the romantic in me and has reminded me of things cherished in forgotten moments as time slips by.
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