The Heart

The heart
It is the first and the  last
In unborn baby beats
It thumps and trumpets
Life is born
Even though following the blastocyst
Then a spine formed to shape  rough tadpole mite.

The  heart is the last of what remains
Even  though the brain briefly survives it's elapsed beat
We see the flat lining of the heart as death
And though brain death  is waited upon nowadays....

Yet I say
My heart is the risen head and the curled up toes of life
It is the leading glimmer of nascent thought
The twinkle of natal love exchanged in eternal glance of mother and child
It is the only footprint  that  remains this side of the relentless turning stile.

My love my lovely  loving heart
My days of heartlessness are coming soon
When love will be tired of prolonging me
And life will  have reached a becoming
A bone sacrifice of flesh and blood
For a fresh universal humming.
Then I will powder into ageless dust
To disperse upon the winds of your baffling breath
And my heart, my heart having beaten its last,
Be shattered and gone
In reckless reckonings
O but still go on...
My love.
In you.

Pardon the emotions that  pour out like rain  from clouds release
When too high altitudes does its burden  tease...in  act  of brazen showering dies some tender dues
Some lonely lovesick hues
the colors of a rainbow retrieved  by  you...
playfully...
the elegant humming bird
Whirrs the air for support
While it
Honey seeks
Time frozen in wings of delighted ease
That span the life of a heart's single ...beat!
And my heart realized all of this before it announced my birth with its first fearful beat.

All rights reserved
(c) Amrita Valan 2014