Anticipation

As the temperature rises I know it is time

to revel again in anticipation

and how soothing it is to again project

all dreams into the everyday.

Perhaps it is fruitless some would say

for history attests to no dreams today

but, oh, when the birds sing strident and clear

I can’t help but picture you here.

But the picture is hazy for now I see

light blue from the chocolate brown

and I find there’s a subtle but definite twist

in my long held belief in the truth.

But mind, my mind, embedded in life

has succumbed to the strange and bizarre

and covers the heart with its reasoning

in attempts to still the beat.

And quietly I sit in anticipatory mode

listening with fine-tuned heart ears

and I know the beat’s deep, deep, down

too weak now to rise from the covers.

How sad when mind steps in to conduct  

the music of heart’s true rhythm

to make of the calm and harmonic

a blaring and off-key cacophony!