the constant heart ...
the constant heart
refuses to measure distance
refuses to divide time into days or months
and lets love linger in the darkest rooms
without ever knowing darkness
without ever conceding to hopelessness
and waits with patience and certainty
waits with the devotion of open arms
ignores the lonely nights
and rebukes the restless dreams
because the pulse of love
beats clear and loud
and drowns out every whisper of doubt
until at last
the yesterdays apart
drop off the calendar
and every tomorrow
dissolves into a
cherished sensation
of being one together
and knowing only
the joys of
today
refuses to measure distance
refuses to divide time into days or months
and lets love linger in the darkest rooms
without ever knowing darkness
without ever conceding to hopelessness
and waits with patience and certainty
waits with the devotion of open arms
ignores the lonely nights
and rebukes the restless dreams
because the pulse of love
beats clear and loud
and drowns out every whisper of doubt
until at last
the yesterdays apart
drop off the calendar
and every tomorrow
dissolves into a
cherished sensation
of being one together
and knowing only
the joys of
today
