The Heart Is A Pen By Jonathan Berman 12/6/2013

The Heart Is A Pen

The heart is a pen that writes with blood,
fitting wings to one another with the paint of love.

Do I soar through the sky on the chances you give?
Or fashion them myself from the life I live?

Dreams upon waking show bright or faint
But in silence they are vibrant, and dripping with paint.

Soft is the truth like a grey outline
That hides beneath the layers like words unspoken

Soft are your eyes, like a dove divine
That hides behind the woman in a prayer unbroken

The heart is a pen that writes with blood,
Destroying questions with every breath

Until time unfurls its wings now golden,
And passes the quill to somebody else.