Sep 2020
the birds flutter through the sky and some suddenly dive
only to emerge again from below the skyline and into my line of sight
where as the things below the outline of the cityscape remain distant
life remains ever close and present in the palm of my two hands
here I hold life, as I stare at my purple and green veins that give route to the warm blood
I also witness the unflagging effort of this heart
that joyously flutters too while keeping me alive
...
Joyous is the living heart alwaysstayclosetoit a n d
i f y o u f i n d y o u r s e l f
g e t t i n g m o r e
d i s t a n t
f
r
o
m
i t
y o u c a n alwayscomebacktoit;theheartwaits
...
It does not need to be summer for me to be a fountain where the birds can come to drink before they flutter and are gone from my line of sight or even for me to overflow and nourish the small weeds that too would like to grow and live. It does not need to be summer or be spring or be an easy life for me before I choose to become a fountain spouting water
...
"Joyous be the truly living heart" she whispered
and my heart grew wings and fluttered
the things the flora whisper astound me
even the birds come to them for words of wisdom
...
were we ever apart, the birds and I
we both like to sing and no one knows why
and we both love to fly even under a grey sky
only to emerge again from below the skyline and into my line of sight
where as the things below the outline of the cityscape remain distant
life remains ever close and present in the palm of my two hands
here I hold life, as I stare at my purple and green veins that give route to the warm blood
I also witness the unflagging effort of this heart
that joyously flutters too while keeping me alive
...
Joyous is the living heart alwaysstayclosetoit a n d
i f y o u f i n d y o u r s e l f
g e t t i n g m o r e
d i s t a n t
f
r
o
m
i t
y o u c a n alwayscomebacktoit;theheartwaits
...
It does not need to be summer for me to be a fountain where the birds can come to drink before they flutter and are gone from my line of sight or even for me to overflow and nourish the small weeds that too would like to grow and live. It does not need to be summer or be spring or be an easy life for me before I choose to become a fountain spouting water
...
"Joyous be the truly living heart" she whispered
and my heart grew wings and fluttered
the things the flora whisper astound me
even the birds come to them for words of wisdom
...
were we ever apart, the birds and I
we both like to sing and no one knows why
and we both love to fly even under a grey sky
