The Crystal Heart

Glistening throbbing a prism
of desire lies within this cut
glass where once a year
I take forth the heart

and whisper the secrets,
the hopes, the desires
that have collected in the days
of my life.  They are laid
to order, blessed, and then

passed on to the next year,
to those who follow, from voice
to voice, from soul to soul, from
light to dark and back again.

This is all that we are,
this how we continue
through the sunset of our days
where the wine of happiness
is what gives meaning to all

as we stand beneath the night
sky and count the stars
and the grains
of sand that lie within
the ocean of our souls.