The Song of the Heart

A voice rises free as flowers sing
a tune hovering over,
steadily spotted by the dew,
it hums soft
to perfection.

Through fields of a thousand petals,
the sweet scents twine,
as whispers roam through night,
ending with bright noons,
lost awakenings partake
honesty, sunlight softly holds.

Within that heart of spongy love,
shall we find the ways
to reminisce wild winds,
ending destiny in tune
with secret languors of old,
unfurled.

• Gabriela Mistral