(The following piece is a part of a series of essays and poems that inspired paintings by the same title.)
the heart is the last to forget Today, we rode through the winding ways As heart-to-heart we traveled. Living in this and times gone by Remembering and wanting. Wanting something no longer here, Not here, at least, on this day we travel. But, alive in a place where I keep safe The truth that is always remembered. Safe and whole and far from the roads And the days that weary the wanderer. Safe in my heart where I recall well The ways of the times gone by. All things change. One thing remains. In my heart, I know the truth. And, the heart is the last to forget.