The Heart

With a whine,

and a lunge

heave and plunge,

wish for song,

wish for life,

for love,

for beauty,

for soul,

for innocence,

for your love,

An ocean to fall into,

to move with weightless abound,

the throbbing, bending, undulation,

driving blood into the crevices of your heart,

throughout your body, and breathing life into your soul,

it breaks upon entering,

it lifts at your sight, it drops at your call

it weaves it's way through your life, this life,

shaping as a sculptors hands,

the feelings of your soul,

the eternal chamber,

holding the secrets of this life,

enveloped in eternity,

dripping at it's core,

it throbs at despair and sorrow,

and erupts at magnificence and majesty.

It is your heart,

it is your soul.