My Wild Heart

ciao a tutti mia amici,

i guess i got a little more sleep last night than i have since leaving home a week ago. 4 hours! all at once.. wow. I'm somewhat relieved and for that 4 hours sleep my brain gifted me with a poem. i'll share that with you now.

My Wild Heart

My wild heart... it wont listen to my head.
it just reels and flys, leaps and swells.
and often leaves me with a sense of dread.

My wild heart... it makes me sacrifice myself,
for the love of friends, family and the land.
it puts all logic away on the highest shelf out of reach.

My wild heart... sometimes it leaves me for a very long time.
visiting far places and even the stars.
i often feel that it's missing, or not even mine.

My wild heart... it seeks a warm place that is safe.
but in it's quest it ventures into danger.
leaving little torn-off and chewed off pieces behind.

My wild heart... will it ever settle down?
or will it just leave me for good one day,
to fly through the cosmos unfettered for eternity?

My wild heart... what would i do without it?
will i finally get a sense of balance and order?
Or will I just die of loneliness?

My wild heart... it's gone again have you seen it?
I hope it's not up there in another redwood tree.
I think i am getting too old to play this game of hide and seek.

My wild heart... if you find it will you hold on to it for me... please.