when i looked at her i could see her heart

it wasn’t what i imagined 

in looked like wires and gears but organic

as if a flower had been cut in half and i could see the the center 

where stretched up for sun waiting for the bees, the ants, the butterflies 

then i looked down and saw my own heart

it looked like it was breathing

at the center like a string popped out in all sparkles and glimmer

it waved in the stillness cheerfully

like a metronome

i looked at hers but it was dull

it had lost the sparkle

everything functioned just the way it should

but it wasn’t the same

and in that moment i felt sad

i wondered is she felt sad too

someone explained she was a goddess

i wondered whether she felt anything

but she just laid there

heart near to motionless

sidewalk whispers

walk on the gravel full of sparkles 

shining pavement

as each step passes

a light flashes into view

creating shadows

that cast your feet as mirror images upon the ground

ever think of how they make this sidewalk?

filled with stardust

like walking through the night sky

if we could walk along the stars

do they collect the brightness in someone’s eyes

the little bit of light that catches

do they find an artificial substitute 

that glimmers just the same

when evening turns to night

and the walkers return to their subterranean homes

but something about this sparkle

this magic mesmerizes

hypnotizing the step after step

and until you look down

realizing the ground you stand on

no longer twinkles

and instead the smoothness of a piece of stone

is what you see

concrete crags and rocks so tiny we can barely see them

still they whisper

giving us secret stories of other times

and tell us 

please listen 

because i have so much i have seen

so much i can give