Conglomerate Heart

The Heart is like a snowflake, no two are alike. Beating so very cold at times as to freeze an angel's wings in goblets of devilish wine. The Heart is like a monkey. Swinging from vine to indigo vine. Leaving a smile or a scratch on the eaves of a hopeful face. The Heart is like a firefly or star. Breathing life into sable skies. Pulsing a lover's lavender soul with a lute made of fading scars. The Heart is like a raft made for one-sometimes two. Like birdsongs sewn from frosted glass. A beauty to be remembered but never one to last. The Heart is like a garden or maze. Casting a million gossamer rainbows. Always leaving melancholy memory. While honoring the spirit of the rain. The Heart is an orphan made of silk. The charred soul of a runaway king... A whispering zero-echoing. off the granite walls of infinity. The heart is everything's -everything.