Schrodinger's Heart

My heart beats inside a box I cannot know If it lives or not I am dulled and dried My blood drifts like dust Through the cold caverns of my soul My body travels From room to room With no will to arrive. In the dark I see The end of things Waiting A voice fills bags of sand And builds a wall Against the flood of silence Still your sound For there are stars before us With smiles and tender air There is nothing but time Between each touch And good word The warmth of one Our skin kisses I am alive