Sweet Heart

The heart is not a puzzle to unravel,

or a calculation to solve. Do not

approach it with an algorithm and a dictionary.

It is a miracle of softness, a mesh

of wildflowers and roses,

a gift in a box of bones and blood.

Captive in your box of bones and blood,

beat, beat, beat, though you may

against the walls, still you remain

as decades pass,

searching for a partner in the dance -

a ticking bomb, a fading song,

so long, so long, so long.