As waves of this life that rush on over me
The tides of the times that will set the soul free
And give to the heart that one reason to go
As on we progress just so soft and so slow
The tempest of life always plays its own part
In the wild, unrestrained ricochets of the heart
The message of hope that is cryptically sent
Through the glow of the heart that's so clear with intent
The rainbow of colors that felt so profound
Like a flicker of light and the surfs as they pound
A wave of your hand and a thousand hearts flutter
The heart rocks once more, as volcano would shudder
The heart has been caught, a full trip, sudden stutter
And, then it begins with that rumble and mutter
Of well-tested times and the whirlwind of days
Of shallowest shores and an ocean that plays
As I turn and I look, in flies a new dart
I stumble to knees, ricochets of the heart
The wonder is there, that I never will doubt
The pages of script I will just do without
For etched in the heart from those lives and all times
Are scribed with the deep fundamental of rhymes
The trip-hammered heart, not a single bit less
And, passion for life will go on, I confess
I arch to the sky with the wind through my hair
Arms out open wide, I embrace all I care
A tremble is there, now, I feel, from the start
Whenever in flies ricochets of the heart
I'll shout down the heavens that dare disagree
For there, in the heart, is the place I shall be
Just frolic and dance, all the pain will depart
As I feel, just once more, ricochets of the heart
No tepid warm heart is this fierce heart of mine
It flares and it burns, and so brightly does shine
To while away hours, at piddle and chore
Not while the notes sing, far away, to the score
Within such a life, I stand calmly apart
And catch, just once more, ricochets of the heart
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Rhapsody
PoesíaA collection of poems on this and that. It's mostly about the heart ...