A heart is like a rock.
Throughout life it is tumbled amuck.
It breaks apart and exposes itself.
The elements, they have their way.
Somehow through the rivers flow, a brook does carry that heart astray.
In the calming sands, refining begins, and a heart does come together again.
As pebbles gather, the pieces reform, what took so long is no more.
For a gem appears, it becomes quite clear, a luster is known once more.
Zoltan Blue 