The face shaped by refinement of the heart
The love and what we suffer as we grow.
Our features form a map, a place, a chart
The face dispiays the comeliness despite
The hatred overcome, accepted, taut
The wind blows on our inner seas and shows
The countenance, the dignity, the heart
The love we give , we take , we live ,enjoy
A word that’s spoken by a friend can reach
Can touch, can move, can embrace in its sounds
The inner soul where its vibrations teach.
When cut off, silent,after sad defeat
Such gentle words can break our sullen bonds
A word that’s spoken by a friend can reach.
We must not torture nor torment in speech
Our heart, the centre of our morbid wounds
The inner soul with its vibrations speaks..
From our eye, a tear springs with relief
From imprisoned sulking, jump with a great bound!
A word that’s spoken by a friend can reach.
Muscles weaken,but the mind stays fleet
Humour and its cousins are our clowns
The inner soul by its athletics speaks.
I smile and smile yet rarely do I frown
For I will rise up, even when low down
A word that by a friend can reach,provoke
In our souls ,deep memories will evoke
When the sun feels violent in its heat~
We learn the world’s not ours nor is it kind
As skaters on thin ice find love’s deceit
So the heart must struggle with its beat
As panic bites like cobras in the mind
If the sun feels violent in its heat
Our knowledge and our will power incomplete
We cannot know the future, we are blind
As skaters on the ice may be deceived
Can we trust the darkness and the ghosts?
Some have found their souls in such hard times
Why is the sun so violent in its heat?
If we fight and squabble, what will break
The universal heart dies in such games
So thin the ice , sadistic are the stakes
Time is measured out by hearts and rhymes
But nothing’s clear when fantasy designs
When the sun feels violent in its heat~
So skaters on thin ice learn love’s deceit.
How my heart sings 