Ephemeral Heart

Daniel                                                                                                                                                   10/27/10

The bleating, beating heart ticks tick-tock-tick

In the shadows of memory, faces recede from light,

Passion is the ebb and flow; we are moonstruck by the night

As stars mystically conduct and our hearts are temporally plucked

From the shelter where they reside

The wailing, weeping heart cries, drip by drip

The yearning tears vainly drop, in puddles of melancholy

We travel into the thick

And dark recesses of mind

And our hands will briefly grasp

But for the fleeting moment that ephemeral thought will last

Human flaw is to control what by nature is unfettered

The caged bird will escape and leave but the remnants of a feather

So does the sacred moment pass and descend

Into the depths of dark ocean, until the memory has but faded

And blended with the mass of mystery

Disguised like esoteric text on anonymous mystic pages

The ephemeral heart has but a savor

 And bitter is its taste, for dreams are often prematurely picked

 By the fickle sickle of time and the fruit is laid to waste

The ephemeral heart has but a gaze

And fleeting is its glance

What is etched in memory lies burning

 Yearning one more dance