January 29, 2012


Somewhere I know
a heart is beating,
matching the rhythm
of my own.
Sometimes far away,
then closer,
it beats on
as if alone.
Somewhere my own
heart is pounding,
moving now
across the room. If only
I knew the road
to follow, how far
could I go, how soon?
All roads finally run
together, toward
a slowly setting sun,
All hearts finally beat
together, two hearts
beat as one.