Found

My heart was lost to me, hidden

Away in a box, perhaps deep

Down under the sea, maybe left

Forgotten in some sad old house

In a corner or a cupboard.

So forgotten I didn't know

It wasn't there; just messages

And the pull of desperation...

Had I given it to Death, then,

That dark romantic seducer?

Wandering, for what not knowing,

Some distant voice, a reflection.

Then through a simple miracle

As may happen every day,

Like the sunrise, like coming home,

I found my heart, passion and song.