Stone Half Heart

Half a heart and saving for
the other piece I'm trying to
find to replace the empty places
deep where I don't admit to being
incomplete, you'll know when you
ask me.

I'll never let you know that things are
never as they seem to be when I'm
singing like a sparrow caged amidst
the lilies like some Christ that hasn't
been born or sold for silver, yet.

And all the world you can see has
nothing left for those of us who dream
when there's a heart of stone waiting
for us to offer up some blood.

I know you won't see the ways
I've bent a thousand times like
strong trees in the wind.