Heal a broken heart

The basis of this poem was not angst, rather the word play of cello tape, glue and clue. Random words that perched in my idle mind at 4.00 am today. I may revise this poem or scrap it all together but for now it holds my fancy.

How do i heal a broken heart? 

With cello tape and glue?  

They may initially play their part  

but will it last - I've got no clue  

So maybe i'll bind it together  

with rope, thread or twine  

depending on damage altogether  

will choose it coarse or fine  

But balance between loose and tight  

is needed for heart to beat just right  

And knots can hold only as much  

as the hand that created them by its touch  

So I’ll need to find a hand that's steady  

to loop the knots and get it ready  

A hand so delicate and with powers such 

that the broken pieces barely feel its touch  

So when the knots come undone  

all pieces stay together as one,  

neither stress pressure nor sun  

can weather the repairs done.  

And i'll look for that hand to clasp  

and move on with life

The healed with healer in his grasp

marching away from strife