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Click hereOh broken hearts scattered around
Why? Why can the Core not be found?
The Source of all
Call of souls
The Prize for which every heart does home
Oh broken hearts scattered about
What strength holds such hope alive?
Arid and barren or so it seems
Are all the places hopes and dreams
A desert of despair for those who care
But Glimmer faint and weak does call
Tis a game perhaps not grand at all?
And play I must driven and blown
Called by Love that beckons me home
Blindly hoping I must push on
The coin I have can I spend?
Is redemption of it only within?
Or outside my wall can it too be used?
Perhaps just a treasure no purpose or use?
Except to Love alone it all must go?
Mystery unknown
With heart I feel but with no word
Known only deep in caves within
Lovers dance but all alone
Love’s rhythm the Center urging them on
Oh broken hearts scattered around
Heed Love’s call, press on and on
For value is true but quite unknown
Except to those who do pursue
Love and Source and All in all
So spend the coin free
Hold back no bit
It can not be saved
Beyond the pit
Love is free or not at all
Redeem Love fully before the call
I love the ambiguousness of it. As much as I understand it the poem talks of love in such a way as to allow space for a reader of any sexuality or gender to relate to the searching, longing voice of the poem's narrator. It has a nice rambling feel also which accentuated the emotions of the writing. It reminded me in a small way of a Robert Burns poem I'm struggling to place.