The Harp, The Heart & The Angel

In her eyes he saw the shape of the harp –

playing soft and sweet and low

with a sadness that melted his heart

He thought of the valleys of his youth –

the grass weeping under an emerald sky

and of the love that still lay within

Ice water rose from the depths of him –

coursing down the deep ravines of his face

from eyes not open until this moment

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2 thoughts on “The Harp, The Heart & The Angel

  1. Brian, I’m so glad that you shared this poem–exquisite and sensitive. If I did not know you are in Scotland, that’s what I would have visualized (or Ireland). This is just priceless. I hope to see more of your work. Victoria

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