Minding the Heart

my mind wakes me up at three wants to tell me what to write my heart says wait till the morn and turns out the light my fingers grab for the pen and a notebook kept at the bedside before it’s half past the hour my eyes close and hide. words are scrawled above the lines nothing rhymes from page to page my ears turn in, deaf to it all I’m in limbo, I need to disengage ink paving the solitude of writing no support from the fellowship the mind endures the load without spite and retains itself from giving lip from the start, this composition has a purpose to illustrate that the mind cannot work alone having said that, the heart is capable and reliable it will not falter and become dethroned no correlation between thoughts of the mind and the sincerity of the hearts credibility all of which implies a mind has a will of its own but the heart has a deeper insight and gentility