Lay low, my heart, for just awhile <br />And rest in sorrow's healing grip <br />For bitter pain brings bitter smile <br />To reanimate my frozen lip. <br /> <br />And I will cry my tears of brilliant jewel <br />And hold each one dear in my dear breast <br />To stoke the flames of winter's fuel <br />In which my cold heart may find some rest. <br /> <br />What a poet would not do for art! <br />When Hell and Heaven shine just as bright <br />For broken or burning, it is still a heart <br />Which reflects the beauty behind my sight. <br /> <br />It is not love, or lust, or loathe I feel <br />It is that burning pain which a wound can heal.<br /><br />Heather Marie Mortimer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intermission-4/
