Out Of This Heart

So often it seems that rivers flow out of this heart
Some rivers run dry in such little time
So often it seems that typhoons blow out of this heart
Some winds need to howl so loud for so long
So often it seems the fool crawls out of this heart
Some infants need experience as if from a mother
So often it seems that love calls loud to this heart
Some summons that in heeding could be such peril
So often so much
So often so tender
So often so attuned
So often so bewitched
So often so misguided
So often so alone
So often so together
So often so often
So often so accepting
So often most often
it all comes out of this heart
for you

K. Roberti