Heart of Hearts.
How peculiar my heart has been these days.
As soothing as the rain against a window it once was
Like the ticking of a bombs clock it now sounds
Louder it grows and more unstable as the hours wither away.
This is the dawning of an era, a reckoning
And ever am I changing, never fully fledged, always a changeling
Still seeking what is seldom sought, the Heart of Hearts.
But when did it happen, this wretched change?
Did it creep in like storm clouds over the horizon?
Did it happen while I slept?
Or have I have been like this always and just now am I waking up?
Always will I be seeking that which is seldom sought, my Heart of Hearts.
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