The Secret Heart

Across the years he could recall

His father one way best of all

In the stillest hour of night

The boy awakened to a light

Half in dreams, he was his sire

With his great hands full of fire.

The man had struck a match to see

If his son slept peacefully

He held his palm each side the park

His loved had kindle in the dark

His two hands were curved apart

In the semblance of a heart

He wore it seemed to his small son,

A bare heart on his hidden one

A heart that gave out such a glow

No son awake could bare to know

It showed a look upon a face

Too tender for the day to trace

One instant, it lit all about

But shone long enough for one

To know that hands held up the sun