Ink-Heart

I cant copy my heart and show you a map, but I can tell how I feel as we start to backtrack Crawling with love roaring in my ears, its the beat that I feel and not all that I hear A touch from a mind vast oceans away, is calming me gently a maelstrom delayed A shower of teardrops carved the sorrow and pain, but the warmth of emotions is like the sun to the rain And aching of chambers pumping life force to free, another form of healing drawing sap from a tree The laughter of children my hearts musical notes, drifts through my windows my spirits lifted with hope Charting life’s journey as I show from my art, and I’ll bleed from my pen forever with my Ink-heart