Things that pass through the heart
Are cheetah that runs immeasurable speed
Fast past the lanes of lonesome walls
The blood painted streets
That suppress the shouts of a thousand spoken unheard words
Beautiful they may be but never see the light of day
Tunes that pass through the heart
Endless melodies arose like the daisy
Oh! Queen of the nights with nocturnal bliss
To the nodding of the head and tapping of the hands
Ears long endlessly for its soothing effects
Blessing divine spirits and up to heavens
Like the butterfly it is released to journey abroad and never return
Words that pass through the heart
Are snails that crawl years across the path
passers-by may trail and let it crawl still
Upon allowance it draws trails that hardly leave if not erased
Weighty it gathers as it goes and pulls down prosperity
Oh on this memory lane rejoices bitterness
That in words pass through the heart
A sluggish slot
Them that pass through the heart at sleep and at trance
Foreshadow should they be or pigments of imaginations
Hoarding and nurturing make it whatever
Only time tells what pointer it ends
He that hears let him see the signals
And smell the sound of time
Thoughts that pass through the heart
Are crystal stars illuminating tomorrow
A roadmap with fountains and oasis and lawns
Like egg to be hatched to awaiting golden dawn
Erupting like volcano only time and chance
Aint taking the world by storm for before now it had lived
Images made and scenes recast
Roadside walls of the heart friend or foe
The passers-by make be
Only laid by her houser
