The pulse of
my heart
is the core
where my
energy lies
A positive flow
coming
from the
absence
of
lite
In the arms
of sleep
I wander
this flow
Looking for
the core
of what
matters
Yet what
matters
is not the
conductors
arms or
sleep
It’s the
positive
energy
that I hold
So I may
feel my
the
pulse
of my
heart
as its
beats
without
the
absence
of its
Lite