Precious Heart

That part of my Mind
Where the darkness grew
is balding
emptying
losing it's grip on me

Part of Me longs
for that ripe agony
but I know that is a piece
of the part I am letting go
The part burning to
ASHES
Rise and seek to land
But *I* am nowhere to be found
I simply won't
Humor Them

Because Julia
Young with a Feather
in her pigtail
With a perspective
On her Fear
Has finally come home to her
Bed in my Heart.

 I will write love notes
Sing and call sweetly
To entice her to Stay
I will kiss her forehead
Spoon her by Night

I make a commitment
when she says in my ear
"I want to be an Artist"