Frugal Heart (Metamorphosis: Part 7)

(Finished May 26, 2018)

Years are carried among the heart and mind

The memories are buried, but their mark is left behind

Change of heart

A brand new start

Empty and yet full

A year ago, what was my prayer?

Now, do you know that not all ardour lives forever?

How could one stay the same when led by a different heart?

How could one be so dreadfully shaped by what one never did impart?

So naively, thought I had the world at the grasp of my hands

So naively, thought it would either be you or death, but I never did understand

What’s shared by hearts never has to be the same

And dear ardour, you were my cure and pain

A heart so young, a heart so frugal

It knew nothing at all, it knew nothing at all

It wrote itself out into eternity, wishing you’d stay along with it as well

But such a frugal heart has no control over any soul

Lesson learned

Ardour no longer yearned

Thoughts are carried among the heart and mind

The innocence is buried, but one still fears walking blind

Having new eyes

Refusing more tears to cry

In need and yet in denial

So as I go, what will be hidden in the future?

Well, how will I know that what shall come will be of utter candour?

And will you accept that my heart can no longer be called pure?

And will I hold you in all secrecy even if of ardour I’m sure?

So cautiously, I will be as I roam

So cautiously, I will be even if all should be known

What an atrocity must my heart live with

Oh, dear ardour, can you still dwell among my life

A heart so young, a heart so frugal

It knew nothing at all, it knew nothing at all

It wished to stay untouched

Such frugal heart, out of it had too many feelings gushed

Mark left

But ardour must not always drift

Fears are carried among the heart and mind

But the memories must be buried, their mark can’t be left behind

Change of heart

A brand new start

For this new form of my soul