Hearts...
Hearts of red, Hearts of blood
Hearts forever in love
Hearts of lust, Hearts of greed
Always a hungry fire to feed
Hearts of trust, Hearts of deceit
Never shamed with defeat
Hearts that weep, Hearts that smother
Hearts that press against each other like opposite poles
Hearts that hide, Hearts that boast
Hearts that disperse the vapor of ghosts, ghosts that haunt
the darker nooks of life
Hearts stay, and Hearts may stray
But never so far away as to break the spirit lace interwoven
between sinews and holding fast the bond between lovers
Hearts listen, Hearts beat
Within our chest, to that immortal rhythm flowing from
somewhere inconceivable.
Hearts listen, I listen
And never have I ever been so close as when I press my ear
against your soft chest, or that of our precious son, and hear
the heart beating, “Thump, thump thump” repeated to
infinity, a sound so steady, so forceful, yet so utterly
vulnerable and delicate. This is the sound of mortality. Our
life is a song to the beat of our heart, a billion marks long.
And sometimes beneath the chest, between the beats I can
hear the immortal music. Sometimes a dancing melody or
soulful song that clings to me, and I sing out loud because
the music and I drift as one.
Hearts listen, I listen
Other times the music is distant and cacophonous, and I
can’t make sense from it. The music isn’t always in tune with
my soul, but it is there none the less. And no less do I seek
to listen, no less do I press my ear against your chest and
hear the music within you play.
Hearts listen, We listen
Our hearts together play a splendid song. Our mortal bodies
and immortal souls, forever bonded and tied, shall sound
into the mystic life, the eternal divine and please its aggregate
soul. Listen yourself, and you shall know.
Hearts love, Hearts love more
And into your heart I will continue to pour my life blood,
from the divine fount that forged my soul. I forever hope
that you will be pleased and be filled with light.
Hearts love, Hearts love more
Hearts are stronger than before, then again they’re weaker
too, because they depend on the other to make it through.
Hearts in awe, Hearts sublime
The Heart that’s yours, the heart that’s mine
bwd 2/14/2005