Loves Tattoo

The brevity of life astounds me As I question everything with a burning need Must it all be ordinary, so dull and transient? What is missing, what am I trying to feed? And as I work through my day, in mindless ways I find myself drawing the shape of my heart Sketching it into the powdery dust of my dresser top A fleeting piece of art Following my fingertips in this chosen medium Watching them turn dirty and gray I realize I’m contemplating the tedium And the meaning of my life, my mission, As I play It's love, I know It’s all I am and can be It’s all there is or ever was Love is in everything I see And like my dusty childlike scribbles It can be made and wiped away, in seconds blown apart I'd much prefer my love, tattooed in ink Forever on the heart ©Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel 2015