WL Schuett

Heart of Mercy

heart of mercy 

crying to be heard 

in the dimming of 

dusks  last true light 

and the chilly winds 

of emptiness 

following a trail of tears 

to an eerie blue Twilight 


what we can\'t forget 

is hidden in our hearts 

buried somewhere behind 

the midnight rains 

between the lilting 

moonlit mirages 

and the lost forests 

tragic last refrains 


heart of mercy 

tolling for freedom 

back from the endless 

assaults on morality 

beating like rain 

on the hollow log 

of a reckless 

and uncertain eternity 


where a red flower 

is damp with dew 

where hatred is lost 

in the cool of the morn 

where the thick limbs 

of the sycamore grew 

where young dreams 

are waiting to be born 

where sundown trails 

like a faithful dog 

where the promise of magic 

is waiting to be revealed 

where sinners fail 

and lovers never part 

where lovers fight on 

and prophets kneeled

where there is still 

mercy in my heart