The Seashell of Your Heart

The Seashell of Your Heart
By JD Miller

When I hold up
The seashell of your heart
Against my ear 
It’s not the roar of distant
Waves I hear—

But a rustle, like 
The rattling of leaves 
The chiming of a bell
I cannot see; 
The crystal breath of snow 
Amidst the trees 
The promises of nearness, 
And the pleas.