Catching My Heart

I’ve lost my heart among the woods, Where now it flutters in the drafts And moves about close secrets kept Within the floras’ whispered breath. I know because there glimpses break Between the bark-skinned living things, Where there it flows from one to next In jubilant discovery. I feel it yet, though standing yon, Of how the boughs absorb the sun Among the shafted beams of light That pierce the hazy, busy air. Despite observing, yet I sense The stirring of euphoria That rises from the forest floor To giant heights within my heart. I think that I should join with it If I can catch it in a pause, For time can pass so ever slow And ever speed to its demise.