My heart has been drawn out, like gold into a fine long wire And it is with this that I am bound My slightest move another cut Until again, my whole heart is within me once more.
The true heart of all falls as it will But to rise and fly the heart must be fed and its fuel is jet The soul does not fly from peak to peak But, in the last instant catches despair unaware and soars catches life by the tail and on its strings dives and soars at the whim of the winds.
Everyone has two eyes One half closed dreaming the possible future The other, forever staring back with regret I’ve gouged out that backward eye And in its place a new one grew short sighted dwelling only on now.
The eyes, windows to the soul So rarely reflect what lies beyond It is to often that a beautiful frame surrounds a waste land And the garden is surrounded by thorns.
This ache that fills me following me, taunting me, daring me to defy it, shouldn’t be allowed to win But I would miss it were it gone (Who then would keep me company?)