Reclusive Heart
Sometimes my reclusive heart
Seeks to disappear down unknown streets
Of a despised city or to be swallowed
By rain clouds of the weeping life
But other times, I desire to refresh myself again
In the cultured cluster of long departed friends
Who read Samuel Coleridge and John Keats
In tranquil sunlit rooms
Of incense and chardonnay.
I continue to worship to this day
Gentle souls of music and art
Who want to leave this place
More beautiful than they found it.
I must return along an ancient path
And revisit with longing
A ghost lover who informed
The philosophy of my essence.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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