Outside,
the cosmic birds are deliriously chanting –
the desert is raving, the dreams are expanding.
It’s 876564341 p.m.
and a little trouble occasionally unveils
the changing refinement of the heart,
the weight
of its glorious tales.
We are now midway
and this is the point of no return:
It’s our job to catch fire
And Their anguish to burn.
The rush of getting back keeps us going-
It’s our job to catch fire
for these Hearts to start glowing.
Red-hot charts –
Depicting hearts,
We’re navigating
Home.
©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Gottfried Helnwein –