A heart divided;
Twice more than breath and dust gave life.
To breathe and love pain,
Both of one, and two minds.
A fickle ocean tide
That rises and falls upon the moon,
Leaving the waves of last thought
To stir the murky surface.
Like embers burn, beneath the ash
The calm reflection of indecision,
Caught perilously perched
Between success and disaster.
The thought thought, and un-thought
To hide the answer from the words.
Repeated and changed over drifting time,
The roving heart beneath my chest.
Will it stop?
Or better yet,
Would I let it?
Then take this from my foolish heart.
Set the path before my feet
And light the lamps along the way,
To make a stand
And keep a vow.
