Yearning Heart

My heart longs for

the sweet drippings of honesty,

dignity, strength and class

present in the music of life,

tastes of the spirit,

Smells of the heart.

The shame of it all,

is that I must imagine,

what this would be like,

because time is a filter

beyond our souls and minds

of what is or will not be.

In the crevices of my skull,

I slowly remember the song

of inner peace and glory

when humanity could be kind

without spewing hatred and war

in murderous rages of each other.

Smells of the heart,

Tastes of the spirit,

Presence in the music of life,

Dignity, strength and class

Are the drippings of honesty

My heart yearns for.

–by Maria Mocha © 2009