A Full Heart

My heart is filled
with all the grace a bent reed
can fathom. The curve
of ironic lips, the blossom
of friendship opening red and gold
in my heart,
a sunset over the sea
reflected in a conch shell my grandmother sent me.

My heart is filled with mourning,
with the knowledge that within me is the capacity
to break homes, bend reeds, to cause tears
to flow fast and hot. But my heart is filled with wonder,
that one day these tears will be transmuted into precious gold,
with the knowledge that each tear is a world,
unique, precious unto itself.

My heart is filled with the knowledge that beyond the great abyss
there is an undiscovered country, where sea and sky and heart
and sunset and morning and joy and pain are all one