unnamed and yet to be named

My heart is yours –

Yet to be named.

My heart is yours –

Unnamed.

Our minds blinds us –

To our actions.

Our memory sees –

Clear.

Our conscience laments –

Our minds dwell –

Our thoughts are forever –

Reminded.

We step over the actions –

Of those we love,

Of those we loath,

Of those whose bodies –

Lay in our way.

Step high,

Step straight,

Let the hindsight,

Guide your path,

Straight and narrow,

To the gates of your peace.