Heart Song
A tree.
A rock.
A laugh.
A smile.
So ordinary, and yet so charged
With meaning, breathing depth and life and pain.
I look.
I gaze.
I blink.
I see.
My heart quickens, is like to break
As wonder fills me, drives my pulse insane.
A word.
A line.
A page.
A tale.
Yet prose fails to vent my heart's cry,
Falls flat as trumpet notes that fail to ring.
A rhyme.
A sound.
A rhythm.
A song.
And now my pen becomes a seer
To wash with chiming words my young soul clean.
It is only a drop in the ocean of thoughts written prettily
And yet, it is mine, and I give it freely.
My poem.