- Post By: Jason Santo
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Histories are reset,
fears locked away
as if discarded instruments
set back
in their felt-lined cases
and then hidden
to collect dust
in the back of closets;
glimpsed occasionally
as reminders
of failed melodies,
but no longer haunting rooms
with discord.
Cast off all the rest
as if it were possible
to be a blank slate again,
but retain
each one
of the prior marks
written in the chalk
of painful experience
now turned to dust;
keep hearing those naive songs
played with untrained hands.
The heart’s scars
are not to be ignored,
but simply not worshipped so hard
that it springs forth
a religion preventing
a new savior.
Because living is easy
and loving is simple,
but believing
is what takes all courage.
Time again
to have faith.
Time again
to take all sides
of every story,
fold their disparate edges
as if they were a love note
passed in grade school
and let that muscle
front and center
lead the way once again.
It’s been torn and tattered,
just like that paper
upon which declarations
and confessions
have been written,
but never
has it felt so pristine
as when given a chance
to set the rhythm again.
Dance
for no matter
what has happened before
the music is simply
too lovely to ignore.
(at Heart Dance (Part 2))