Poetry Challenge Month day Seven Backyard of your heart

Give me a place in the backyard of your heart
Will open a small kiosk
to sell stories of long forgotten passion
my heart is spear eagled against my ribs, fettered
grows like inferno in my soul

Give me a place in the backyard of your heart
Will clear up your illusions about love
to bring clarity to your mind
only the hand held mirror can reflect
the filth beyond the naked eye

Give me a place in the backyard of your heart
Will shine up your desires
and pump colorful life into it.
what would you care for cup of spirits
If you have living winds of ecstasy

You have been too cold of late
Sunken eyes, depressed
Like a caged bird without wings
Soar up in sky, feel the wind
open the backyard of your heart
you need to let me curl up to you
drown away your nightmare blues
there is gust of different breeze
that will bring warmth back into our life