With Heart

Where life beats
And jumps at my hand when I place it
Just there
The repetition, the ticklish thump-ump-ump

What an honest drumming
What innocence
I want to see its warm tunnels
Bloom at the end like autumn-heads
But I wish no violence

On this innocence
And its honest talk of life
Drum-um-umming

When I tilt my head back
To regard the moon's sharp grin
And the wind embraces me coolly
A gentle grazing, like your breath
On my neck

How sweet the blood, the Life
And no wonder the poets
Say what they say
About little pump who pumps
Despite the bitterness hidden
Behind my teeth.

But bitterness cannot hide
When confessions spill out
And the tears wash clean
The wounds, old wounds
About time you let go...

Not so hard to let go
And be born again

Someone whole
Full of pain, full of joy
But seeing colors like new
And finally aware of the simple
Good things to be glad for.