The Wild, Wild Heart
Copyright 1 May 2001
by Amaranth Rose
My voice sings songs that no one else would wish to hear.
My ears hear sounds from everywhere and anywhere,
Deep in the Earth, across the seas and through the air.
Why does no one else but me ever seem to hear?
Lifes throbbing force surges powerfully through me;
I sense the ebb and flow of every seasons tides.
Life bursts from earthy graves to serve as summer brides,
To age, come Autumn, swollen with their progeny.
Seed lies concealed in Winter, dormant yet still there
Beneath the snow, the leaves, waiting, hibernating,
Deliberating its emergence in the Spring.
Is this the season? Has the time come? Are we there?
Earths song answers gently the cries of her children,
Telling one to wait, another to rise, make haste!
Bidding each to take its turn in a dance well spaced,
Granting time and space to grow for all her children.
A very different beat pounds in my wild, wild heart;
No ones ever answered the calling of my soul.
Ive never chanced to meet the one who makes me whole.
Will it always be Winter in my untamed heart?