Heart of a Third

Amnesty given and a chill hint of fire,

lightning knitted together with ice, a noonday pyre.

Music mingles through my mind,

a tune your ears sang, so courage I would find.

One third light pierces from your eyes of the moon,

one third thunder courses your heart to bloom,

the final third, the life left on the grave all too soon.

Does a sparrow sing when it has no place to go?

Or will summer rain shout for all to know?

Can the lofty moon refract your desolate heart and glow?

Hear me now, oh benevolent one,

with a voice of the fallen river and heart of the waning sun.

Lend me your hand so the day might be won.

World of green, let your spirit soar.

To see you smile, dear one, is no simple chore.

The heart of thirds and a twilight gleam,

worry not, for all is not what we seem.