The weight
of the heart:
such as a memory,
vague within a cloudy vase;
such as an envelope,
within which lies a letter.
The rhythm
of the heart:
beat, beat, skip, beat;
a percussion that
quietly belies its weight.
For the life beneath the flood
there is chaos and fury
violence in confusion
but perhaps there is a sense
only small lives understand -
while they flicker and die
maybe they laugh and say
this is my world.
Brina (rinabell) | Apr 3, 09