My Heart (by firstcomet)

My heart,
I see time
finding it's way,
through my veins,
my hands, my face,
And alas, my soul!


My heart, remember?
Taste of bygone seasons;
Apple ciders,
Hot Chocolates,
Mango lassies,
And Milky-way punches?


My heart,
I hear you,
Ticking, embracing,
The weight of time,
The senility of future,
And the amnesia of now!


Will you be there
Next midsummer night?
To share the scent of delight,
To wake a quiescent star,
To sing a song on your guitar?