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
The heart of a true and dedicated Poet beats ever thus.