Posted in Poems

His Heart

The clock strikes twelve
And a ghost awakens
He moves through mayhem and peace
His intentions are unclear
His eyes show nothing
His body moving
Through the cold, sullen air
He arrives at a village
He creeps toward a house
He enters unabated
Unafraid of what might lie there
He approaches a child
Who sleeps in a bed
Reaching into his being
He pulls out his heart
Love and warmth emanate from it
Peace fills the house
The child’s dream no longer holds fear
He gives her his heart
Putting it into her chest
The child squeezes tightly
The stuffed bear she holds
He then rushes away
Back to his sleep
His actions finished
His mission complete
Happy Valentine’s Day


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