The Heart Has A Memory
I will dance with you tonight
But I won’t eat your stuffing
I will stroke your cheek in the sun
But I won’t put marshmallows
on the candied yams.
I have done away with want and desire of the temporal,
my dreams that happen during the day aren’t
really dreams at all,
they are the visual expressions of my heart;
my heart charges into a burning building
with no way out
but the soul wants to learn the way
to the next phase of eternity,
the pain and loss
that any true love has.
How forever afteris never
when sex is not love
and one becomes disenchanted like the 7 year old
that doesn’t believe in Santa Claus,
so we reach out
to a shadow sliced by the sun.
