The Heart Cave
I must remember to go down to the Heart Cave
and sweep it clean; make it warm with a fire on the hearth,
and candles in their niches.
The pictures on the walls glowing with a quiet light.
I must remember to go down to the Heart Cave
and make the bed with the quilt from home,
strew rushes on the floor and hang lavendar and sage from the corners.
I must remember to go down to the Heart Cave
and be there when you come.
— Geoffrey Brown
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