For my heart was still beating…

For my heart was still beating…

Still perching upon the shattered dreams

Yet ready to fly with tattered wings

I slept in the lap of profound joy

For my heart was still beating

                                                                

Still holding upon the hopeless hope

Yet ready to erupt the volcano in me

I rejoiced in the lap of unconquered spirit

For my heart was still beating

 

Still the untired wait refused to wrap

Yet  ready to hold the uncherished glimpse

I warmed in the lap of lover’s pitch

For my heart was still beating

 

Still inevitable was the merciless death

Yet I was in love with the life in me

I was the momentum of the moment,

with the immense feel of my breath

For my heart was still beating

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