The Opium Of The Heart
The night, the open sky
A dance of stars
Beautifully pleasing
An artistry feeds the soul
All is taken in complete
Not a single vision left
Each morsel of thought
Savoured to memory
The warmth of the bed
Holds gently to a slumber
Into the good night
Tired eyes close, remember
The dance of stars
The artistry felt and known
The thought found, kept
And sleep now calls
A dream of another
Held in beautiful thought
A dance to the soul
All the heart could wish for
Could ever ask to find
Is to sleep and awake
Beside another seen in an artists eye
There lays the one to love
To live and share in life
To know completely
Beneath the dance of stars
Love is the opium of the heart
poem by Matthew Holloway
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