(The following piece is a part of a series of essays and poems that inspired paintings by the same title.)
the heart is the last to forget
Today, we rode through the winding ways
As heart-to-heart we traveled.
Living in this and times gone by
Remembering and wanting.
Wanting something no longer here,
Not here, at least, on this day we travel.
But, alive in a place where I keep safe
The truth that is always remembered. Safe and whole and far from the roads
And the days that weary the wanderer.
Safe in my heart where I recall well
The ways of the times gone by.
All things change.
One thing remains.
In my heart, I know the truth.
And, the heart is the last to forget.