A Heart on Trial
My blameless heart upon the stand
To justify perceived mistake;
To see a covenant that grand
And let desire cause a break.
To cast the muse and to forsake,
The words she whispers ever smart;
But she doth not fulfill my heart.
The prosecution comes to call
Upon the pens they long to boast;
The beards of old whose words enthrall
An eco of immortal ghost.
They gave the home and played the host
To how we come in tune with art;
But they do not fulfill my heart.
The judge demands that I explain
How doth I stand in ignorance;
The survey of each beard is plane
And not a pen incompetence.
Why soar the air as Icarus,
For better held by muses part;
But they are yet to know my heart.
Then out the blue of heaven’s sky
An angel flies on ivory wing;
She fills the prosecution eye
And spirits rise as dawn of spring;
Their souls cannot contain and sing,
The song that stirs within their heart;
To see the one, fulfills my heart.