The Heart That Slumbers

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August 18, 2014 by phicks2012

Once upon a time in the 1990s a computer “upgrade” wound up costing me dearly when most of the prose and poetry written by me during that decade was lost. I was devastated, and thought that all of it was gone forever, but a recent newsletter scanning project revealed that some of the verse had in fact been published. WOW!

 
I have now been able to recover some of those “Lost Poems”, and I’m hoping that as the project continues more work will resurface. They very well may do so, but in the meanwhile I’m pleased to have been able to recover — for better or for worse — nearly a dozen poems. Some of them are even pretty much worth saving, but I’ll leave the critique up to my readers.

The following is one of those “Lost Poems”, and I hope that it meets with your approval.

 
“The Heart That Slumbers”

The heart that slumbers knows not pain, nor weeps with anguish torn,
Nor lifts with lovesong’s swift refrain. It’s joys lie still unborn.
The heart that slumbers does not grieve, nor sanguine teardrops blled,
Nor soft-spun dreams of fancy weave, nor stir to passion’s need.
The heart that slumbers will not feel the blast of winter’s cold,
Yet Orpheus’ touch can never heal the anguish of the soul.
The spirit’s hunger ne’er abates, but doeth the soul imbue.
The heart that slumbers only waits a dream to waken to.

[18 February, 1991]