Blue Moon

8) Hearts

I can feel it in my gut, in my gut

and I can see it in your strut

which you strut whilst strutting

to your high expectancy

which you cross on a higher road

to higher expectancy

and then more expectancy

for your expectant demand

If I were like you,

then maybe I would strut too

but I am a meanderer

who meanders whilst meandering

through the thick and thin

but mostly thick (and thicker) 

at low volume and then rallentando

for the slowing beat of my heart

which wants to take it easy nowadays

and I don't have the heart

to try and keep up with strutting

and pacing, and racing,

when the heart which I do have

is made for slow tranquillity

and a road in a valley

which is shrouded in fog

but has pristine mountain water

which flows freely into my mouth

whilst you pump yours out of the ground

to your parched tongue.

I have the small birds which fly to my fingers

and sing tunes which whistle in my ears

like rain through summer leaves,

whilst you are always climbing higher

high to the higher to the highest

to find the most exclusive singer

but climbing so high and reaching so far

leads to a long fall.

 

(24th August 2013)