Unvisited Locations

This space is often vacant

A hollowness which craves to be occupied

In the left atrium there is a huge area

Your wails can be heard in the empty cave

Echoing the dreams of hope

In the right atrium there is a tremendous zone

So vast, the blue oceans of the world cannot fill it completely

The left ventricle continues as an open field

Readily available for a new inhabitant

The right ventricle, a cloudless sky

Aching to encompass each floating cloud nine

Each connecting aorta and connecting pulmonary

Pumping the great warmth that makes me who I am

That trickles to the tips of my fingers

Of the hands that will hold you on any sunny day

And keep you warm on frigid nights

These are the unvisited locations in my heart

They are reserved for you

Come claim them

© 2012 David Greg Harth

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