THE LAND OF THE HEART

For Isabel Nuñez

In that Land of our Hearts, always

No one dies
in the Land of the Heart
suns never set
no one stands guard
night has no purpose
no curtain is drawn

voices reach out
in lightness of song
no one dies
in this land without borders
all are welcome

the wastrel the hoarder

the writer the reader
the follower the leader
the rich the poor
the less the more
days are endless
reminders of joy
rain comes only
when magic deploys
to freshen and nourish
our flowering souls
we keep the map
of this land
within reach
and know you are there
forever at peace
for now the sadness

we’ll gently discard
no one dies
in the Land of the Heart