Heart Paths

Can we perpetuate the pleasure felt When moved by our spirit Heart in motion can be balanced Like a wheel it makes tracks. Countless ages have formed roads Where hunger has beaten a path Whether to tree or honeycomb Or shelter of a lover’s arms Waiting on the back porch swing Not knowing the time of arrival Anticipation is a fever unbroken Burning and tingling with quiet fire Corralling our emotions for moments Expectations as high as the stars Knowing from experience That the heart rules all.