Thursday, January 24, 2013

My Heart's Hidden, Swaddled


My heart's hidden,
swaddled, wrapped and warmed in giant arms
in the shadow of a watchful wing
high in heavenly crags.
I hear it's breathtaking up there,
a whole infinity above than the waters,
a lifetime beyond the bravest birds.
You can talk to the moon
and flirt with the stars
and see everything.
But I don't know; I've never been.
I walk in the flat dirt of the earth
a soul swaddled in mind,
a mind wrapped by body and its skins.