Poem: After all the hearts and love

Love runs,
When you nought it
And sleeps,
Once grabbed under the collar,
And wobbled to the ground.

It run like luck more than once before,
As I gathered the pieces of reason,
And trumpeted the piano of nothingness.
Once searched like aan Arabic fugitive,
It never rests until it finds the nest of the heart.

The heart, too,
Like love can run,
Until you get enough of running on life's little tracks,
And seek rest under the retirement tree.
And feel tired like the heart and love too.

The big shaddow,
After all the love and hearts have run and rested,
Comes in reaps and jumps,
All that once was,
To grab home.

Look now my sons and daughters,
Mark now my words my world,
As you now brave to steal a look down,
Upon the once gentle, mighty hearts of love,
Stilled at last.