The heart’s not dead but yet is still
like air before the wind
has released the well confined
into a state of vibrancy.
And when released the once confined
won’t ere return again
to a place that brought the roof to ground
and the walls up to each other.
Of necessity it is a place
where nothing matches perfectly
but the gaps between sides, bottom/top,
allow no freedom march.
The heart must move to be believed
and run to where it’s needed
to make of a transient life
an everlasting one.
The heart’s not dead but yet is still;
can it be it’s simply energy
awaiting the wind of love
to spur it into action?