This poem grows in my heart each time I read it. It starts slowly, pensively, descriptively and then opens into "moons and rivers". Then the unusual "neighbor". To me this feels as if it is a gift, a poem that accompanies a gift, a heart (of silver? of gold?) that is worn symbolically as a reminder , and given at a turning point in life, a time perhaps when the heart feels "broken" "inside out or twisted around, inverted" a reminder ... of the wholeness of this heart, and of the love given.