The Heart Is a Home For Fools

The heart is a home for fools,
for lovers and children
who break all the rules;
for strawberry girls
in blue gingham dresses,
the heart never knows,
it only guesses.

Some say the heart is cruel,
an out of hand joker,
an April Fool;
For Saturday boys
with chestnut eyes,
the heart never knows,
it only lies.

I think the heart is a dance,
I don't know the steps
but I still take a chance.
I dream about swinging
and dream about swaying ...

The heart
knows its partner,
and it's not saying.

© Paul Wittenberger 21 June 2017

Terminus

Here
there are
no hearts
but those
of broken
lovers,
no sex
but the
talk of
times
passed by;
no hidden
secrets to
discover,
nor tears
that have
not yet
been cried.

© Paul Wittenberger, 1 February 2017

Millenials

All you bright ones

born to be torrential: 

In the wake of your passing, 

confound the masters;

Make real what they could only dream.

Make noise, 

Disturb equanimity,

Replace what is 

with what could be;

Take words or a brush.

Take music only you can hear:

Remember each sunrise yet to come 

not the moon-fall ending of another age.

© Paul Wittenberger