The heart
What lies at the heart
The heart of my longing
To leave this world
More beautiful than I found it
What lives in the spark
The spark that beckons my hands
To build worlds with sound and colour
What is that quiet persistence
That unnameable presence
That deep stirring current
That soul aching pull
The one that wakes my weary mind
From its comforts
Enough to wander for a moment
Beyond the limitations
Of what I know
To dream into being
Something
Wildly beyond form
What lies at the heart of this wonder
I wonder
Do you know