In a green gorge
down a great spiral
there's thin
plucked metal.
Tells a story.
About a man with two hearts to give.
One was stolen, the other was left along the way.
It doesn't matter when
but everyone knows how.
And from that day he keeps matching her smile
in hopes that she'll give it back.
But its a pretty thing.
All shiney and unspoiled.
Sparkles like sapphires.
Sings like dreams.
maybe some day they'll discover the string
leading straight back to the other.
All it takes is for one to pick it up and follow.
A whole book of blank checks.
A whole volume to scribble.
A whole row of pages unturned.
what started as a collection
could become a wing
or better
a half.