My Heart is Elsewhere...

The breeze is chlly,
the air more wintery by the day,
and the clouds are constants in the sky,
as the seasons change.
The trees are bare,
and gloves are no strangers to my fingertips,
the sun shines hardly at all it seems,
for the days are short.
The grass is green and the river gray,
and it moves ever so gently,
ever so beautifully through the opening under the bridge.
The world seems to be changing right before my eyes,
right in front of me,
and it makes me surrender myself to its beauty, to its poise.
I however have no heart left to give,
for someone else has my whole heart in his hands,
and I can only sacrifice my watchful eyes to the simplicity of this magical place.
For I do not need it to hold me anymore,
I don't need the safety of this place,
for I am safe with him and to be in his arms is all I need.
The beauty of this place will always soothe me,
but I don't need its heart anymore,
I don't need it's safety or chilly embrace.
It is still my place to sit, think, write, feel and pray,
but my heart is elsewhere...