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The heart wants what it wants

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THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS

Is time still the old time?
Does the moon still peep and bid the sun bye?
Do buds still push open their orifice and spit flowers?
I count seasons in the sun
You went away for too long
Light left my eyes
What is the pride in sight?

Does the red cock still crow?
Does the breeze still pout his lips and whistle the name of trees?
Do you still hear the sound of the thunder's arching eye brow?
All these i do not know
Do you still hear the footsteps of rain drops on brown roofs?
Or perhaps the clickety-clock symphony of horses hoofs?
You went away for too long
Sound left my ears
What is the pride in hearing?

Does the taste of honey still gladden the tongue?
Do the flowing rush of water still overwhelm the bowels?
Is nectar still the reason why ladybirds dance?
Do houseflies still kiss pollen grains as they carelessly swing their hips?
You went away for too long
Taste left my lips
What is the pride in taste?

Sight was the wild card
Sound was the one who went away
Taste burrowed into the soil
Heart's briefcase toppled her feet;
She fell and missed her way
So she vowed to stay
She has no choice
Wanting what she wants
You may travel far and long
In rib's cage she stays
Awaiting your returning day.

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