HEART TO HEART

Thump. Thump. Thump. 
There's a flaming riot in my head 

Romping
Feet walking 
Feet talking 
Secrets of the heart 
Unlocking 

I hear them run 
Helter-skelter 
I feel them dragging 
Wearily 
Sometimes, they tiptoe 
I strain to hear them move 
Hesitantly 
Uncertainly 

At times they dance

With joyous hope

That’s a pleasure to perceive

When sadness

Weighs their spirits down

I feel their burdensome grief.

But I love most

The skipping, flying feet

Their treads

As light as air

Buoyed up by dreams

That make them soar

On upbeat eddies

They ensnare

Whether they stamp

In frustrated ire

Or step gently

With tender care

I welcome the sounds

Of your moving feet

They confide in me

The deepest passions

Of your warm soul

Unaware

The doors are open

Their arms wide in welcome

You may come and go

As you please

At liberty to be

A turbulent storm

Or a quiescent gentle breeze.

It’s a free passage for you

Footloose

With a free rein

No holds barred

Patter, or pad,

Tramp or tap,

Let your dynamic rhythms

Talk to my receiving heart.

MS