I stood still in my tracks
and peeped inside my heart today.
An empty place I found
made up of dried clay.
I searched and searched
wondered lonely as a cloud.
I even touched the trees and daffodils
and thought of things that are blue and grey
and of nouns
a synonym for the heart
invain.
In a corner I found, a silence full of sounds
a broken dream
hidden away
a hope stranded;
a forgotten joy;
and a picture without a name.