Finding Grace

You have my heart

But my love is mine

While barefoot

I wandered into the woods

Got lost beneath the canopy of leaves

Below the needles of pine trees

Acorns at my feet

Grey skies hover overhead

Can’t see the clouds blanketing this forest

My heart tries to escape

But your hands hold me near

Tied down and guided

No echoes in faraway canyons

Attempting to evade

Making a path from beginning to end

Without a compass and without reason

Without justification and without apology

The trees sway in unison

Dancing a ballet of hidden truths

Making you a forgotten false memory

Tried to find an exit

Instead of this constant existence

Where you own my heart

And I own your heart

Where my love is mine

And your love is yours

© 2026 David Greg Harth

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