Hidden treausre

Oh, God do not grieve my heart
my grieves I put in the art of word
words that causes others grieve

I do not do it of pleasure
but of desperate and sorrow
for this plague heart
that beats frenziedly with piqued
curiosity to provoke what it equitably preserves as its possession.

Oh wicked heart what have done
to cause tear in others eyes
and trigger past memories
which awakes startling rumination.

I wish to bath this heart in light of pale blue
so it will be the color of the sky and seas
broad and open.

In every heart there lies a hidden treasure
the enigma kept, in silence its sealed
there is hidden dream, hope and regret
who with intricacy veils it so its not revealed.

In every eyes lies unspoken word
mayhap of desire, sorrow or want
but whatever it is one can not deny
its existence.

**this poem was inspired by a comment i got from a very dear friend.......