Heart's Memory

Jabbering incomprehensible           Thoughts Hoping the melodious ensemble           Somehow  Flows into yesterday's memory            He waits.   Traffic breathes slowly into the             Night   Methodically keeping pace into             8 am deadlines   While unheard mentions drip              Drip drop.    Scattered dreams lost among              Reality   Gives pause to a lonely man's             Soul.    He looks to the world with eyes             Clouded   Waiting to hear her voice sing             A lullaby.   Hands worn and rough hold a            Picture   Edges torn and color faded             To gray.   He doesn't know the face he             Sees   So he it draws it closer to feel              The love   His soul will not forget.