My heart, my heart,
sings out the song of life
beating its drum like form
in all weather.

It vibrates
singing a songs of light
as breath hugs
with invisible fibers
the moment.

My heart, my heart
precious with dimensions far
storing memories in its
cravens red.

It echoes
trilling with passions
for the dance of love
as expansion commences.

My heart, my heart,
chants dreams orchestrated
in fields wide
under majestic moon.  

It calls
expanding to be harvested
in notes that radiate outward
as cells frolic in mind.

My heart, my heart.
I shan’t leave home
without it.
Nor will waver not
with beat in celebration
for life, for love
for dreams.