Dear Heart

Heart,be still
The breeze lifts my hair
It goes through me
I can never have my fill.
Heart,slow your beat
My flush wears down
The breeze grows stronger
No longer facing the heat.
My shoulders square
My eyes close
Feel the sun warm
And the wind fair.
Shush!little heart;still be
Lift my chin
To the lilting tune
That from within begins
It's You,the Music and Me...

These Anomalies

White,red and grey
Their colour changes with age
Each has a different story
That begs to be told.
They are my friends
These little anomalies on my skin
They try to be inconspicuous,but fail
The pain has left, memory has dulled
They are reminders,yet friends
They helped,when they could
And now they're here forever
These Scars..